You stand outside of this thing, and there's nothing going on outside of it, all the action is tiny and small and going on inside. It's still and unmoving on the outside and looks like a miniature church model, but when you peer through the little door or windows, there's all this moving and action inside.... I wonder how this was a metaphor of his work preparing corpses for viewing and burial? I'm sorry, but I just can't get away from the psychology of a mortician creating this secret world trapped inside of something that you have to peer into. It kind of freaks me out a little. It's all of the lifeless dolls... there are dozens of them sitting in the pews, smiles frozen on their faces for all eternity... like corpses in coffins with the warbling music in the background.... so strange. I am sure now that I have offended every La Portean that I know who may have loved this thing since their childhood... I apologize. But it's just so strange that a Mortician made this secret Christmas Eve Church world filled with dozens of mechanical dolls. I don't think I'd be freaked out by it at all.... except that it was made by a mortician and displayed outside in front of the funeral parlor. When I was a little kid I used to hold my breath when we drove by a funeral parlor because I was terrified of ghosts and thought that every funeral parlor had ghosts in it... this would have sent me running and screaming in terror as a child. If it had been made by a librarian and put in a library or a shopping mall, or even a school I would have been enchanted... it's the connection it has with death, and all the frozen-faced little dolls... that's what gets me. I hate clowns, but it wouldn't bother me half as much if a CLOWN had made this thing.... it's that a mortician made it! What kid in their right mind would run up on the lawn of a funeral parlor to watch this thing?!?! And the mortician built it as a promise to God, because God spared his life in the Battle of the Bulge. War does strange things to men.
Anyhow, this has all the makings of a horror movie... and it makes me think that the people of LaPorte are very brave stock if generations of them have been running up to the funeral home to be enchanted by this thing when they were kids. Merry Christmas!