"Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun." - Matt Groening

Nothing says "have yourself a creepy little Christmas" like twenty or thirty darkly satanic elves wielding candles...which roughly translates to the fact that I'm trying to decide if I want to blow my entire Christmas-tree-and-sparkly-bauble budget on a gang of manic depressive cast iron elves...because (and here's the rub) a mere one or two wouldn't cut it...it's a cast of thousands shuffling down my dining room table past the Christmas goose or nothing...