I can’t believe I almost didn’t include the legendary EVIL SANTA that’s been a part of my Christmases since I was a toddler (yes, I grew up with this thing…probably explains a lot).
Under a bit of stuffing there is prominent wiring, so Santa can be posed in a variety of terrifying ways. The most evil thing about him, which never fails to horrify my guests, is that his eyes seem to follow you around anywhere you move.
My parents used to put gifts in his sack each year. Having to extract this bounty from the arms of Evil Santa for probably accounts for my utter fearlessness as an adult.
The following “Unborn Soldier” ornament is a big ball of wrong.
Is it an anti-abortion statement? Does it mean to imply that your unborn fetus could be the savior of the free world one day? I’m rendered nearly speechless by this tacky display of conservative values (which is most likely the intention of the product).
Find one at Miss Poppy
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4 responses to “Holiday Horrors Week: The Evil and the Unborn”
Um…well…that was…interesting -shifty eyes-
Wow. I think the Evil Santa does explain some stuff. He’s very…well, let’s say I would never have been able to take my presents from him. I’d be too scared.
I think the ornaments are supposed to be a statement as well. A very morbid statement, but one nonetheless.
Ha! I have a picture like that when I saw Santa as a kid!
wow, im pretty sure that Santa up there wants to adorn the tree with my intestines and place my still beating heart at the top
as for “the unknown soldier” i think conservatives just want to remind people not to be so hasty with those fetuses when we need pawns for our manufactured wars. but whatever your take on it, at least it gets us thinking about abortion which is really what the holidays are all about
I think the burlap sack is that does me in, really.
Dead pigeons are so much more likely to come out of a burlap sack than present, you know?
Whoa… I didn’t even notice the burlap sack on Evil Santa’s lap when I was at your house. I was too frightened by his sadistic grin and those eyes! Thank you for covering up his face for me. But now I’ll have new nightmares when I come over. I’ll be watching to make sure that he doesn’t throw his sack over my head and kidnap me… only to chop me up into pieces for the holidays. EEEEK!