Nothing says 'Merry Christmas' like a dead clown.
I first saw this special in 1986 when I was eight years old, and I spent a good part of my adult life thinking that I must have dreamed most of it. Because it seems odd to me now that children were sat down to a Christmas special whose major plot point involved sentient toys *beep* DYING.
Okay, so technically they weren't dead so much as frozen forever, which, and I think Ted Williams would agree with me on this, is pretty much the same thing as DEAD. And yes, (spoiler) at the end they bring the DEAD toys back to life but still. Dead toys, man. Merry Christmas, kids. Sleep tight.
Plus there's the horrifically disturbing doll who I think is honestly more frightening than Chucky. Granted she's not as pants-crappingly terrifying as the puppets from LAZY TOWN, but what is?
Sometimes I wonder how so many of us 80's kids managed to make it to adulthood with even a sliver of our sanity intact. Or did any of us? Huh.
Actually, I do still like THE CHRISTMAS TOY, and I'm giving my nephew a copy for Christmas. Because some mental illness is hereditary, but some you have to pass along manually.
"heroine & fudge... what could it mean?" -tom servo