He loves me, he loves me knot - not. Damn! My endy-bits are so cold I can’t even type, and it’s his fault. How could he ignore me? Why can’t he feel the passion that’s building up inside? I’ve had enough of his games, so this is his last chance. Understand my feelings, or face the consequences my dearest, but if my words fail to persuade you, I’ll unleash my sharp tongue.
Right! It’s time for me to finish my letter.
‘My dearest, I love you, but you cannot play with my feelings any longer. I must warn you Prancer that you won’t be looking at that dewy eyed reindeer, Dasher, once my antlers remove your reindeer bits. They’ll be dragging snow my little love-deer.
Love you lots.
Vixen the beautiful.’