Dear Fat Boy. Ah, Santa-
It's that time of year again, cold weather, warm cockles and lots of holiday love when I think of you. Now I don't know what you have heard, or what technology you use to check up on people, but take my word on this, I have been trying for years to get off the naughty list. This year, I was done several things, wholesome things to get off the list.
Well, I'll fill those in later. Is it really that important at this late date? Take my word tootes, I have been very good this year and have yet again written you this letter of my holiday gift requirements.
Now pay attention here, this year I have even gave you pictures to go by so can we get this right this year. I don't want another vibrator, underwear, sock or sweet treats.
Now, I would love and need this stunning dressing table for the boudoir
I want these lovely items....
A vintage Citroen convertible
Gin infused bubble bath.
While were at it, how bout a gin advent calendar.
This boudoir ensemble for the stated reason.
I also want this kitchen I saw on Bob's blog...preferably installed by shitless contractors.
On my gimmie gimmie gimmie list.
And if it can be arranged, could you possible remove Sarah Huckabee Saunders mouth...or at least give the poor creature a ounce of fashion sense.
See, I just put someone else's' needs before mine.
I am looking forward to a special Christmas Eve with you. I really love your tight Santa suit, and I love being caught under mistletoe. wink wink. I will be sure to have some yummy cheeses and some gin for you and an extra surprise that's I'm sure you'll love!!! Thanks for letting me share my Christmas list yet again. Let's make this happen stretch.
Ciao for now...
Your sincere minx-
the Mistress Borghese