It's the most wonderful time of the year, and I'm feeling festive... and a little bit cruel. You've been a good boy or girl this year, but I'm not sure if you deserve a special treat or a lump of coal. Let's play a game - if you're lucky, I might show you my soles, all clean and pretty just for you. But if you're a loser... well, you'll get a face full of coal-covered feet instead. ahem Unfortunately, it looks like you fall into the latter category. Sorry, not sorry! As a loser, you get to gaze upon my dirty, grimy feet, covered in dirt and soot. You might even catch a whiff of my stinky toes. Get that stupid tongue to work and clean these dirty soles. This is the only gift you deserve this season, filth. Enjoy your Christmas 'gift'!
