Saturday, December 22, 2012

Holiday Cheer

I've figured out that there are two kinds of people in this world: Those that think porcelain dolls are creepy, and those that haven't been to my Grandmother's house. Take this particular doll for example:

For the life of me, I can't come up with any interpretation of this pose which does not include the doll uttering, "Look mommy, I brought you the severed head of Santa Claus."

Also, before realizing my grandmother was Tim Burton, I had previously strolled down the Christmas isle of a local mercantile and spotted this stocking for sale:

I don't know, is it!

Actually, the fact that the sentence ends in an exclamation point instead of a question mark means the stocking writer already knew the sad truth that it was indeed too late. Not because of any misdeeds of the buyer, but because a lonely porcelain doll had already beheaded Santa and presented him as a trophy to my Grandma.

Merry Christmas