God, how I love this picture. It's not that this Santa is hilariously constructed, because he isn't especially, and I almost don't even mind the fact that he's made out of pipe cleaners. What I do love about this photo, though, is the expression of pure contempt on Santa's face and the way he looks like he's on the verge of slapping a punk upside the head with his lil' Christmas Tree of Fury.
I think this must officially be the ugliest ornament ever envisioned. While I realize this appears to be a wooden praying mantis contemplating how he'll consume the strange bowl-o-fluffiness resting beside him, you're going to just have to take my word for it that this superb effort is supposed to represent Santa and a reindeer. Is is Donner? Is it Vixen? Does it matter? Either way it's still a tangled mess of twigs, rubber barbed wire, and, by the look of it, ugly.
It's a well-painted Santa, granted, but it's also on a sea shell. For absolutely no apparent reason. And that confuses and scares me.
Good God. Either Santa needs to rethink his medication, or there's a deeper, more twisted side to the big man that has never before been made public.
I think the look on this little guy's face pretty much sums up this whole situation quite eloquently.