Music-themed toys (not) for tots
Tuesday, November 17th, 2009
Punk rocker GG Allin immortalized as a bobblehead stocking stuffer
That cat Santa? Yeah, he was a big ol’ pimp.
According to a trusted source (Wikipedia), Saint Nicholas of Myra was the dude who served as “the primary inspiration for the Christian figure of Santa Claus.” Apparently, he earned his cake daddy rep after gifting dowries to a destitute Christian’s three daughters to keep them from resorting to prostitution. Guess that would also explain how he stumbled upon his famed greeting: “Ho. Ho. Ho.”
It’s been music to our ears ever since. Each year around this time, we get our bells in a jingle trying to beat jolly ol’ St. Nick at his own game. To lend a helping hand, we’ve rounded up a few music-themed gifts for you to freak the music fetishist in your life.
Mazel Tov.
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