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This piece of paper is entitled "Christmas Carol" and contains several explicit images of a lady (named Carol presumably) and Santa in various compromising positions... actually, no it doesn't, it's just a story that someone has left behind...
The label warns that this is an EXTREMELY potent poison: Ingestion of Cervical Ooze causes death, spontaneous combustion, your bursting of the lungs and the brain to liquify, running out of every bodily orifice. Not necessarily in the stated order.
Either a shriveled up old Christmas cake, or something a little less palatable, done on Christmas day none the less! Anyway enjoy this cake... Thing...
Some weird traditional object from before the event. Who knows what it's original purpose was, but some believe that hanging it on one's door brings good luck...
A largely mouldy easter egg, its putrid stench is a little like gunpowder, could the mould have changed its physical properties? Might be worth testing on the zombies.
A hat which have been used as a nest by several generations of pigeons and other malodourous wildlife. The interior lining of dried droppings gives it a strange texture... and makes your head itch when you put it on.
This outfit suits you down to the ground (some say that it even smells like you). You suddenly feel like you should be bringing joy to your neighbours by sliding discretely down their chimney with your arms full of gifts. You can use this tactic to burgle, pillage and loot your way to happiness at your neighbours' expense. Ah, the magic of Cristmas...
A sweet pastry, filled with mincemeat – a preserve typically containing apple, dried fruits such as raisins and sultanas, spices, and either suet or vegetable shortening... and a decent splash of brandy or other alcohol (which explains the overwhelming smell of petrol).
A harmless ball of sand (with some gravel for good measure) which you are just itching to launch into another citizen's face. You have no idea where this bizarre craving came from.
Some sort of foul-smelling orange vegetable, like nothing you've seen before. A grimacing face has been cut into its flesh : who knows what manner of barbaric traditions are behind this ritual?
It's a bit big for you: it seems to have been previously owned by someone with a big belly and bad taste, as can clearly be seen from the white for on the collar and cuffs...
This carefully sealed vial contains plum juice. Seems suspicious if you ask me. Especially when you conside that the label reads : 'in case of ingestion, contact the nearest poisons unit'. You're not going to drink it anyway, are you? Really?