When my kids were little, my husband and I would get a little crazy over the holidays. (Full disclosure: Actually we're a little crazy all year; we just amped it up at Christmastime.)

Nearly every room was decorated, including bedrooms and bathrooms, and there were usually two full-size trees and countless others from several inches to several feet tall. Even the handmade Christmas mice had their own decorated tree.Over the years we amassed several collections - from dozens of Dept. 56 Dickens Village and North Pole cottages and shoppes, to snowmen, to holiday dinnerware.My biggest collection, however, is Santas. I have wooden ones, cloth ones, ceramic and glass.I have one that is just a hollow papier-m'ché head I bought for a dollar at a barn sale in Maine. It has a wired handle and I hang it on the bottom banister. I used to tuck Christmas cards into the top of Santa's head until my daughter freaked out, saying it looked like his brains had been scooped out. Personally, I think she's watched too many episodes of "The Walking Dead," but Santa now wears a hat and my cards are displayed elsewhere.I have another Santa, given to me by my late mother-in-law, that my children have declared demonic. It's about 14 inches tall, carries a staff and is made of some sort of heavy resin.What makes it demonic, according to the kids, are its eyes, which are dark glass beads. Still, not exactly demonic - that is unless you take a close-up of its face, which is exactly what my son did.I was at a Christmas party when I got the first text (dozens have followed since). There was no message - just a close-up of Santa's beady little eyes.I had to admit, I didn't want that coming down my chimney.That was about four years ago. And if you thought the fascination with Scary Santa would have died down by now, you'd be oh so wrong.The following Christmas I was gifted with a poster printed on a heavy backing board of guess who - Scary Santa. Ever see that video with cats and cucumbers? That's what my cats do when they see that poster.Every year, since the kids were babies, we get them new pajamas to open on Christmas Eve. A few years back, they started giving Jim and I pajamas. Sweet, right? Two years ago they gave Jim and I custom T-shirts to sleep in. Guess what was plastered on the front of mine? Yep. On the back is the message "You better watch out. You better not pout.Satan Clausis coming to town."I laughed so hard I cried.Last year I woke up to find Scary Santa's face - 3 foot wide by 4 foot long - plastered to my back door in living color, looking like Godzilla peeking inside. The original plan, they tell me, was to tape him to the inside of my bathroom door, but since we had a guest spending the night, they didn't want to frighten her in case she used the bathroom first.A couple days after Christmas, long after they'd all gone home, I found Santa in the refrigerator, staring at me from behind the Coffee-Mate.I can't even begin to imagine what this year will bring, but I'm afraid it will be something big. Just a day after Thanksgiving, three of our four kids changed their Facebook profile pictures to Scary Santa's ugly mug, with the word "SOON" imprinted across the bottom in big, bold letters.I can hardly wait.