Can I just never see this name again? Must this haunt me always? Here, alas, it was a store:

And what a store it was, selling some of the most delightfully, deliciously tacky things I have ever laid my eyes on:

Little known fact that Santa does in fact vacation in warmer climates. Who knew? After getting lost in the woods without his Nokia phone with the GPS, he needs to go somewhere warm, preferably where he gets to wear a grass skirt:

But I saved the absolute best for last. This was just, well, take a look:

Oh my god Florida, how did I not realize your wonders earlier? If it wasn’t illegal and if I wasn’t such a stick in the mud, I would have grabbed this thing and ran away with it. Its Santa in his summer clothes. OK. He’s in Florida, so he might have an alligator for a pet, if he’s I don’t know, crazy or something, but to me what puts this over the top is the alligator hat. I don’t know if this is actually “so bad that it is good” or so good that it is bad, or just plain good. I’m going with choice number three.