Mary had a little maggot

I don't trust the eyes on either of them

Twofer

Clown Turd

One of 3 Kings, disoriented

Bullet with Cupid Wings

Poor little feller looks like he was shot point-blank in the forehead

Here let me fix that:

There we go 

1,000 yard stare

Glitter-nub bears the freshly plucked hearts of his enemies

Have a holly, jolly fist to your face

First I'll bash you with my tree! Then I'll mash you with this star!