Santa in secret

So today I went back to my usual office block after a week and a half of being sequestered to another, on behalf of my company.  On my return I was given the Secret Santa present I was unable to take and accept at our Christmas meal.
If you are aware of the concept of Secret Santa (and lets face it, every body I know is) you'll know there is generally a remit that goes with the buying of the item.
I can appreciate you will be asking What is it?  Well, I'll get to that in just a moment.  Before I do though let me just outline the remit for the present;  The team I work with were told to find something that was either funny or just naff (well, considered by the buyer at least).  Of course, comedy is subjective and what is perceived to be funny is a lot like beauty, in that it is in the eye (or mind) of the beholder.
Had I been buying for myself I would have not have considered what I received as funny, however, I wasn't so I've completely negated that idea; oh well!  I did of course have a chuckle when I unwrapped it.
And so to the item...well, what can i say?  Firstly I'll say it is an item of clothing.  Secondly I'll say its not a mans item of clothing (well, not any man I know), and thirdly I would never contemplate buying such an item for myself (although I have bought one of these for someone else...and he loved it!).
I think that's enough rambling on the subject; I'm obviously just putting off the inevitible; I think its a reaction to it or maybe a slight case of trauma (to me, dear reader, not you).  Now scroll down for a picture of the 'present'.