What is it with humans and Christmas sweaters? Try as I may not to trash another species’ eccentricities, I can’t help but gasp at the bizarre expressions of fashion I see during the holidays. What are you humans thinking?
Take this one, for example.
Is this guy for real? The face is enough to scare a baby into hating Christmas until the hereafter. And you wonder why babies cry when they sit on Santa’s lap?
Certainly the sweater projects Santa as a twisted and possibly sadistic individual who laughs up his sleeve (both of them!) at our inability to buy gifts for ourselves.
Oh, and here’s a real lulu:
Clearly this woman misses her grandkids.
I’ll give this guy a break because I’ve figured him out. He’s the Mr. Yuk icon for dogs who don’t yet know that Poinsettas are poisonous to the canine species. Go man go!
Is that tinsel or HAIR?!
Bow WOW.
Are these sweaters by any chance comfortable? It’s the only possibility I can come up with.
Surprise, Cousin Ned! I’m taking a picture of you for posterity.
Say it isn’t so!
My neighbors, who can’t imagine why their poodle ran away (Just kidding).
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