So Santa got it wrong again, the silly old sod!
Things started off well...
The Good!

The charming ML bought me Joy by Jean Patou. The JP could stand for Just Perfect or Joyous Packaging.
This bottle is the quintessential shape and feel of what you expect a luxury fragrance to be.
Created in 1930 to chase the Depression blues away. Joy symbolizes humour, sophistication, and the joy of living. A single ounce of Joy perfume contains 10,600 jasmine flowers and 28 dozen May roses. The original flacon was designed in 1930 by Louis Sue. Its luxuriousness has earned Joy the reputation of 'costliest perfume in the world.'
Oh it all went sadly downhill from there.
Next we have The Bad!

No your eyes do not deceive you! It is a tacky, tawdry little umberella with poodles on it, saying 'posh totty'
This stunner came from my mum! I don't think she even understands what 'totty' is.
Posh Totty! oh piss right off. Queen Michelle nailed it when she said " you don't even use an umberella, you're in your car 95% of your life"! Right on QM.
And in the tradition of saving the worst for last, my chums, I give you-
The Ugly!

Ah yes! the pensioner pj's.
Flannel with Eyore on the pocket. Could they be any more stylish and fit for a Royal Queen?
BAH HUMBUG!
As Ambika said last year, there is nothing more certain to make you feel better about your own dodgy christmas haul than seeing what some other poor soul got landed with. So hope this makes you all feel better.
Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to go cry in a dark room and eat my chocolate orange.
A broken Queen Marie.
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