Our Christmas trees tend to look a little, um, confused. This is a direct result of our mixed tastes and their convergence on our trees.

The Wife mostly has classy, tasteful ornaments, many from a collection of angels her mother and aunt started for her years ago. I lean towards sports and cartoon characters. That means you see juxtapositions like this pretty often:

And then you see things like this scattered throughout:

Yeah, that one is mine.

But the best example is one we came up with last year. We’ve always struggled a little bit in finding a good tree topper. For our very first Christmas tree, we — by which I mean me — decided on using a 10-inch-tall inflatable Godzilla that I scored as a promotion at the Radcliff, Ky., White Castle while I was in the Army. We’ve gone back and forth between different stars and angels before going for several years with the angel pictured below.

Last year, during the run-up to the Fiesta Bowl game against Notre Dame, I thought we might need to invoke a little extra help, given that Notre Dame is God’s favorite team, etc., etc. So we took the mini Woody hat we found somewhere in Columbus a few years before and plunked it on the angel’s head.

In the Crappy home, that means Merry Christmas.