Last year Smith hipped you to some of the more disquieting aspects of old-timey Christmas mythology. Your Krampus, Black Pete and so forth. And so you sat, comfortable with the simple good-and-bad dichotomy. Everything felt fine, because the sanctity of Jolly Old St Nick’s virtue had not been smeared.
Until now. Feast your eyes upon these late–19th and early–20th century postcards of Kris Kringle’s that’ll scare the bejesus out of you, on the worst possible day to have bejesus scared out of you: bejesus’s birthday himself. The full gallery is here.