The Evil That Men Do...

Friends around the corner have regularly had Christmas automata thrust upon them.  We were introduced to them today.  

Our friends seem to have a curious love-hate relationship with them. As the house tour progressed, the resulting chorus of several together created a tunelessness sound worthy of the great Sirius Cybernetics Corporation.

The crooning dog sounded particularly suicidal.

Not sure what is worse.  Them; that people design them, or that people buy them.