So impatient, so bossy, so Mrs. Claws. My demeanor quickly changes after the big day, as Santa readies for the next holiday season, I wreak havoc on his gifted recipients. It’s time to serve the real Christmas Queen, me…tap tap tap, that’s the sound of my nails infiltrating your brain and deciding what comes out of your wallet next, as you dribble and leak to the tease of my presence alone. Don’t tell Santa, or you just might get sent to the naughty list next year. After all, wifey knows best, and he’s as much of a cuck for me as you.