Happy, haunted holidays?

When we lived in Cambridge there was a guy near our apartment who erected a large inflatable ornament for many holiday occasions. I guess we first noticed it around Halloween when the guy put up a giant pumpkin.

Me: Hey did you see the giant glowing pumpkin?
Deeps: You mean the one across the street?
Me: Yeah. It's so spooky.
Deeps: It's hard to miss.
Me: Beware the haunted pumpkin!

And then a giant turkey went up in early November.
Me: The turkey haunts my dreams.
Deeps: Beware the haunted turkey!

When the giant snowman went up, we included that "landmark" as a point of reference in our Christmas party invitations.
Me: The snowman is so spooky.
Deeps: His cold heart will fill you with terror!
Me: Beware his haunted coal-filled eyes!

Sometime around December 26 we started to get a little nervous. What would possibly replace the snowman?

Deeps: If he puts up an inflatable Abe Lincoln, I think he's gone too far.
Me: Or Martin Luther King Junior.
Deeps: Yeah, inappropriate.
Me: Not unlike this conversation.