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Every year when the Christmas stuff comes out, there’s this one non-negotiable in our house: At some point, Home Alone goes on.
I’ve seen it so many times I don’t “watch” it anymore—I just sort of live in it for 90 minutes. The music hits, the house lights up, that ridiculous after-shave scream happens, and suddenly I’m back on a worn-out couch, bad 90s decor, thinking this is what Christmas feels like.
Back then, Harry and Marv were just the cartoon bad guys. Now? We’re the age of the parents. The house bills make more sense. The airport panic hits too close. And somehow, those two idiot burglars are… kind of iconic.
So I finally did the thing a lot of you have asked me to do over the years. Not a parody. Not “inspired by", just my love letter to the dumb, perfect, over-the-top pain that guy takes for our holiday enjoyment.
Size: 4" tall | Run: 100 made, 75 available | Make: 100% Thread\Velcro backed. Limits within reason.
One-time production — once he’s gone, that’s it...forever.