I am not making up any of the following weirdly inappropriate holiday gift items:

Item: Twelve-inch silver glitter Jesus. Fairly detailed. Is also a bank.

Item: Virgin Mary shower jelly. I’m not even sure what shower jelly is, let alone how it relates to a woman who lived nearly two millenia before the advent of indoor plumbing. It certainly isn’t a phrase that screams “chaste holiness”.

Item: this monstrosity:

This Victoria’s Secret-style reindeer (not found at Victoria’s Secret! Found in a book store!) honestly gives me the willies, and not in a pleasant way. The camera does not convey the faux-velvet texture or the a-little-too-loving attention the sculptor gave to its strangely supple-looking musculature. A Certain Lady felt compelled to bring it home. It worries me*.

Anyway, there’s no comic news in this post, but as we celebrate this season of love, joy, and family, I feel the need to share with all of you just a little bit of my pain. You are all very special to me.

(* There is also one in black and silver, uh, for you Raiders fans, I guess.)

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