waking up on chriatmas morning wondering why Chameleon or Chelsea or Oak Casket or Stargazer or Shawn or Eleven or Cassia or Cinnabar or McQueen or Raven or Cabernet or Garofano or Rahu or Matilda or Angell or Moore or Vautour Bleu or Jelena or Shin or Milly or Synex or Margaret isn't oiled up under the chriatmas tree. I've began to question the legitimacy of Santa Claus. I made it abundantly clear what I wanted and I was virtuous the whole year. where is my gift?














