Come and Worship

It's the season of comfort and joy to the masses, but they are all year for me. While days may be darker, the best way to make sure you continue to bring comfort and joy to me is by watching me spend all your money. You work for me. I just let you keep some of that money. You will revel in the ecstasy of seeing how frivolous I am, images of the items I've bought dancing in your head. 

You now live for my pleasure. You agonize, waiting for my attention after you have lavished me with my due. I will determine when it has been sufficient. Until I deem it so, you will be left agonizing, praying that you have not been found wanting. 

Are you ready to serve, to make sure I am pleased as your goddess, and dein you worthy of my attention?