Christmas Lurches Near

I happen to be one of those people who enjoys rather than loathes the holiday season, but like most people I find that certain aspects of it are fairly revolting. Like the noxious high-pitched Christmas-themed plaints that drove four of us out of Rasputin's in Berkeley this afternoon (this is supposed to sell CDs?).
But... for fun repulsive Christmassyness, Jim Dunn at Do What Now has been posting a remarkable collection of truly sickening, or at least really lame, photos of older holiday decor. They really bear looking into.
For example, a steel-wool angel bas relief, grotesque gift-wrap, "Cookware and Mummified Jesus," the industrial Christmas tree, the white wadded corduroy tree, the Pepto-abysmal-pink tree, the pink-swathed tree held up by a gold atlantid putto (I mean, I'm opposed to putti on principle, but even I don't think putti should be expected to hold up heavy objects, let alone this depressing abomination, about which My Sibling notes, "Rats kept in a cage near it would eat their own tails"), nasty "Angels We Have Loathed On High," glaring beheaded psycho pseudo-reindeer on a platter, drunk pixie under a toadstool, elf infestation, and finally, the piece de resistance, holiday doorbells made from pink mice in mousetraps (beggars description, has to be encountered to be believed, and maybe not then)!