Dear Santa,
Before I start with my requests, I'd like to set some boundaries. When you deliver my gifts, set them at the entrance of Camp Jupiter. Do NOT, I repeat, do NOT, come into the camp. If you do, I will unleash my wrath unto thee.
Now that we have that under control, I'd love some barbed wire fences for this upcoming holiday. Some people just DON'T KNOW THAT BOUNDARIES ARE A REAL THING AND THAT I CARE ABOUT THEM DEEPLY. If I could threaten them by coming at them with barbed wire, they'd back off. THAT WOULD SHOW 'EM.
Thanks,
Terminus
