It's a joke and I copied it from an email.

Sold (maybe tonight) an electronic deer call. Cass Creek. Got it for Kissmeass some years ago. My asshole Irish relatives like to give presents that are gaudy or useless or remind you that you gave up hunting. The flannel comforter for a queen size bed (I have a double) has prints of leaves and bears and whatever and is fuckin ugly. The brown sheets that came with it are see through count. The microfiber throw with the deer on it is up for sale too as I have blankets. FFS! I have always had blankets. This present giving between adults is mindless consumerism. The doormat that says "Welcome Patriots Fans"... really? SiL put her house up for sale and is moving into an apartment. First thing Mum said was "I won't have to go to her house for Christmas dinner." THAT says it all. >;-)