I’m sure you are all tired of seeing Christmas everything. But I’m really not tired of it yet. Maybe because I didn’t get in the mood until late. Or maybe because Christmas isn’t really over until the Epiphany. Maybe it’s because I love to get presents.
Or maybe it’s my sunny, bubbly personality.
Okay, the last sentence was a joke. But the point is, I’m not tired of Christmas. On Christmas Day, we were lounging around watching television and digesting our meals when we happened upon the scariest elves ever in the history of animation. And I mean EVER. I don’t even know what movie it was because I had the sound off. Please forgive the craptastic photos; you try taking a picture of a tv sometime!
That one elf looks like he’s about to eat Santa Claus. And he definitely looks like he might have a relationship with the methamphetamine.
What’s the deal with Kwanzaa elf? And is that a Hannukah elf? And why does Mary (?) look so angry? I just don’t understand this at all. Maybe the writer had a bad case of PoliticalCorrectnessItis. But, frankly, if I were a Kwanzaa elf or Hannukah elf, I’d be more insulted at being forced into a Santa Claus cartoon with angry meth-addicted elves than I would about being left out of Christmas.
Anyway, I think that’s all I have to say about that. It’s all I can think of right now at any rate.