The end is nigh (Yuletide edition)

Look, I get the idea of Christmas pajamas, and kind of almost like it. Mrs. Curmudgeon and I gift the curmudgelings a fresh set each Christmas Eve evening, and they've come to look forward to the tradition to the extent that Thing 1 just asked whether he'd be getting pajamas this year. (Or maybe that was dread in his voice. Hard to say.) 

Of course, said pajamas are purchased from the heavily-discounted Christmas-remainder bins at Target sometime in early January, so part of the fun is seeing whether I guessed their sizes correctly from a year out. For those with a different sense of fun and more disposable income, retailers offer pajamas at full price, and there's even Pajamagram, which offers by-Christmas-Eve-guaranteed delivery and pajama sets for the whole family, including cats and dogs.

Including cats and dogs.

When future archaeologists dig up these pictures, they will nod ruefully to themselves and categorize the evidence under "Signs of the Inevitable End."