This reminds me of that scene in Pretty Woman where Julia Roberts drapes herself in nothing but a necktie and sits waiting for Richard Gere. Except replace “necktie” with “suit fabric remnant” and “Richard Gere” with “Santa.”
I can just see her waiting in his sleigh, feet propped up, sipping a glass of bubbly. However: As ridiculous as that thing is, it DOES l0ok extremely comfortable AND forgiving of Holiday Cheese Consumption (of which mine will be storied), so I can’t say I’d kick it out of my house, either. Maybe it’ll be my new wine cardigan/Downton caftan/bathrobe.