2013

December 20, 2013

Holly to Kenny: “Are you shittin' me? Didn't we just shoot a Christmas card?” 

And so the creative process begins anew each year. It just seems to happen a tad later each year. Which is why 2013 was the first year that our card didn't hit the mailboxes until after Christmas. 

But that lateness worked right into this year’s sendup of the nauseating cliché of a husband leading the little woman out to the driveway on Christmas morning and surprising her with the keys to a brand new giftwrapped car.

That whole scene is insulting to sensible men everywhere who would never dream of such a ridiculous gesture. Why show up every other man in the neighborhood? Any guy who would pull a stunt like that deserves to have it blow up in his face. Screw him.

Thanks to Lexus of Las Vegas for the car and the red bow, Jeff Croshaw and Andrea Gillman for rocking robes & PJs in our neighbor's driveway, and Steve Krall for the Photoshop magic. Finally, props to Baxter for coming up with the idea of hugging the car. It looks like this idiot tradition of ours may continue on to the next generation.