As I say every year in my Thanksgiving post, the holidays are hard for me. But I can see the humor in the annual Christmas frenzy, especially the commercial overkill surrounding the holiday. Besides, we all need some comic relief that doesn’t involve mocking Trump’s cabinet picks.
I’ve posted a few weird vintage Christmas ads this month in the Saturday post. There’s a vast world of such crap on the internet, so I decided to devote an entire post to this vintage nonsense. They’re in no particular order but I’m not particular about that when there’s such a wealth of nonsense out there.
We begin with a boozy Santa and a smoking future president:
Americans have always had a gun fetish. These next ads reflect that depressing fact.
I’m obviously a shitty son. I never bought my mom a rod.
Starter gun, anyone?
Were these ornaments ever available for sale? They’d look good on Wayne LaPierre’s tree:
Speaking of Christmas trees, be careful in there:
Christmas at Mar-a-Lago?
The perfect gift for the farmer in your family:
Nobody wants underwear in their stocking:
Speaking of under garments. Hubba hubba:
Mmm, lard:
If lard upsets your tummy, I have just the thing for you courtesy of Santa Sammy:
One more for the road. I hope Santa is a gin martini guy: Vodka is the devil’s liquor.
For our last word, we go from Boozy Santa to Santa Baby:
