Regretsy has quickly become a favorite site of mine.
This hat reminded me of how I often say that I “feel like an old lady.” I hope that when I actually DO become an old lady, I’ll have the sense of humor to pimp it out like this:
Here’s a little grab bag of random things I came across…
Were people really this glowing and happy decades ago?

If you haven’t made a habit of browsing vintage holiday ads the way I have, you might be surprised at the proliferation of firearms.
Ah yes, peace and goodwill toward mankind…isn’t this the true embodiment of the season?

This is my favorite; the basis of yearly holiday photos this time around (no, that’s not my real hair).

Bet you didn’t know orange was a Christmas color. Love the TWO sets of quotation marks, too.

Now this is a gift I would have wanted:

And here’s a gift for the ladies that hovers somewhere between a daisy and a medieval torture device:

Love this shirt from Kawaii Not:

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE!
And now we have the inanimate Scary Santa results…

(photo by Martin Palmer)
At least this one is intentionally freakish…

The Jesus/Santa combo always irks me. Get your myths right, people.

If you actually enjoy looking at things like this, definitely check my posts for Holiday Horror Week ’08:
The Evil and the Unborn
Drowning Santa
Shiny Ceramics
Thrift Santas
The Jesus Megapost
Cake Wrecks
Cake Wrecks Pt. 2
Kasio Kristmas
The Abomination Party
Here are the living, breathing versions of Santa Claus who showed up in a fun little image search (some are pulled from my old collections). Tomorrow, the non-humans…
I’m not digging this guy’s murderous Charlie Manson glare.

Taken about two seconds before he blacked out from the booze…

The masked Santa always looks like something directly out of a serial killer movie.

Stay tuned…and feel free to contribute more!
I apologize for bringing this album into your life. It’s an item best left for collectors of seriously horrendous oddities.
Something about Woody the Woodchuck is a little bit…off. This album was not produced correctly, giving the whole thing a slightly warped, off key tone. The “speaking” parts sound like they were cobbled together by a manic robot, the singing is often incomprehensible, things move a little too slowly, and you pretty much finish the album relieved that it’s over.
If you finish. Which is unlikely.
It’s that time of year again! That joyous time in an oddity blogger’s life when awful religious parephrenalia starts popping up in relation to the holidays (and time for disclaimers about how this blog does not intend to offend or insult anyone’s faith).
The other day I somehow found myself internally exclaiming the phrase Christ Cakes! when someone cut me off in traffic. Don’t ask me why.
But now I give you…CHRIST CAKES!
I encountered a number of images wishing Jesus a happy birthday, like this 1970’s plastic doormat…er…cake. Someone got a little crazy with the star shaped icing tube attachment.

I think I saw this guy at Whole Foods…

Eat this hazard at your own risk. May cause severe hemorrhaging.

Are you ready for this? Wait for it…
RED SOX CHRIST! (Johnny Damon Cake)

I never quite understood the human drive to serve things in Santa heads, yet there has always been a decent market for the decapitated icon.
Most of the mugs and punch bowls I’ve seen have an eerie cold, dead look in their eyes. Why?
GAH!
Some even have a sickly “overdose” kind of look…
What SPECIES is this one?
At least this vintage one look happier, if not a bit surprised.
I had collected a bunch of these images on my hard drive, but a few are from this awesome site dedicated entirely to Santa mugs.