Tradition

Many years ago, when Flipflop Jr was just a little flipper, he proudly presented me with a Santa that he had made at school.   I summoned up all my motherly ninja skills to smile and congratulate him on his excellent artwork but inside, I was silently screaming "aaaaargh - it's Evil Santa!!!"
I have never plucked up the courage to throw it out, so every one of the twenty years since then, we open up the Christmas boxes and there he is, Evil Santa.  Tradition. :-))