There are just some things on this earth that I never need to have in our house, particularly during the holidays.
A front loader Santa.
An indescribably hideous object.
A duck that I'm pretty sure quacked out a Christmas carol. I didn't dare squeeze his arm (or should I say wing?) to find out.
I have nothing against Jesus. However, this one makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. And not in a good way. Which one makes your blood run cold?