All I Want For Christmas Is: Tori Amos' arms to get so fat that she floats up into the sky like a big balloon and the lack of oxygen makes her die slowly and painfully from suffocation — and that she can do it without warbling about her feelings and emotions and making a gimmick out of it to appeal to depressed middle class teenagers across the globe who know this same feeling of fatty-arm-floaty-death-suffocation ... Or a pony would be nice, too. — Miss Alex
