Let’s play a game! Guess what (or who) I’m describing: Wearing knee high cherry red patent leather stiletto boots with white furry trim, a cherry red velvet skirt barely making it past the buttocks with white furry trim, velvet cherry red top exposing a dangerously thin stomach with white furry trim on the collar and cuffs and topped off with a tiara. The face has eyes lined with mascara and black eye shadow up to the eyebrows, cheeks caked with blush and collagen-enhanced lips topped off with a festive sparkly pink gloss.

OK…what is it? Could it be a lady of the night from Division Street, decked out in her holiday finest? Or one of Vicky Secret’s Angels displaying the latest in holiday undergarments?

Well, if you know a female between the ages of five and fifteen, she just might be under the tree this Christmas.

Santa Baby indeed!

The previously mentioned “gift” is Holiday Cloe, and she is the latest in the line of the ultra trendy, “mom I have to have at least twelve of them for my Birthday or I’ll die” Bratz doll collection.

That’s right, this season’s holiday hooker comes in the form of a doll and can corrupt your daughters and sisters for only $28.99 and comes with a limited time offer of future eating disorder and the compulsion to use feminine entrapment as a means of getting the boys to like you.

With her disproportionately large breasts and waist the size of a thumb (not to mention an excess of makeup and “come hither big boy” stare), Cloe and friends are digging their polished nails into the subconscious of innocent girls everywhere. Not to mention a vast array of accessories and barely-there outfits, a movie, books, and other dominatrix paraphernalia are making their way under your tree this year.

Whatever happened to the good old days of Christmas by the fire, unwrapping Monopoly, bikes, Tinker Toys and other bright eyed innocence?

Apparently those days are over and every time I hear an eight-year-old say “sexy” or “oh my gawd!” I can’t help but shed a little tear for times gone by.

I just wonder how many more Christmases are left before little girls everywhere line up to sit on Santa’s lap and say, “Santa, for Christmas this year, I want a boob job.”