My dad came running into the house from getting Chinese saying “there’s a truck blasting Italian christmas music going down the street, think there’s a santa on the back”, so we put on coats and went to take a look. after a few minutes it looked like it’d turned around and we were cold so we about-faced. then as we were getting our drinks for dinner we heard a loud horn blow and I don’t think I’ve seen my dad barrel out of the house so fast. I followed him only to see this - no santa, no decorations, just two Italian American Waste Management Professionals slow-rolling a dead end block blasting Dominic The Donkey. Merry christmas!