Dear Santa,
This year, I have a special gift request that I must insist you fulfill. As you know, I've been extraordinarily good all year long, and now it's your turn to return the favor. So, when you come to visit me on Christmas Eve, please lie down and open your mouth wide because I have something very special planned for you.
I want to make you a present - a present of my exquisite shit, to be precise. Yes, I know it's not exactly what you'd expect from Santa Claus, but trust me, it will be an experience that you won't forget. My aim is to teach you a valuable lesson about choosing clothes wisely, especially those from U.S. multinationals.
As you open your mouth, I'll force-feed you my delicious feces until your ridiculously big belly is completely filled with it. It might not sound too appealing now, but trust me; once you taste it, you'll know why I'm so proud of my work.
So, Santa Claus, dearest darling, when you find yourself surrounded by millions of children's hopes and dreams this Christmas Eve, don't forget about mine. Come to me, lie down at my feet, and let me turn you into the filthiest, dirtiest present ever imaginable.
Yours truly,
Mistress Gaia
