There was the old tinsel that you found in odd places six months after Christmas.
Remember the old glue-backed Christmas stickers that you used to hold package wrapping down? After you licked enough of them, your mouth tasted of something that didn't bring up Christmas memories..... My mother would never let us kids use the Scotch Tape dispenser; I guess that was only for adults. I could never get the stickers to hold anything, no matter how well I licked them. Yay rah for Scotch Tape!!!
We had a Nativity set that we kids played with incessantly. Baby Jesus' head got broken off, glued back on several times and finally lost, so we had a headless Baby Jesus in the manger. The cows, sheep and camels looked like they had gone through a passel of hard years. The stable appeared that it had barely survived a Category Five hurricane. My grandmother would yell, "Get away from there, you little heatherns and show some respect for the Holy Family!!"
There was a battery-operated Santa Claus that rang a bell and yelled "HO-HO-HO", at least until one of my younger sisters decided to pull down his pants to see if he had a butt. Santa was never the same after that. Heatherns, indeed. It's a wonder we ever got anything for Christmas but coal. The poster children for "nice" we weren't.....