Merry Christmas!

It's Christmas Eve. I treated myself to an opulent Christmas dinner, a keg of beer and loads of sweets. My fat belly is so full and bulges out huge and plump. I'm so eaten up that my stomach hurts. I sit groaning in the armchair and rub my bulging paunch when the door opens and Santa and Krampus come in.
"Nice or naughty?" asks Santa.
"Well, both, I think ..."
Santa opens his coat. His fat, hairy belly bulges out towards me. He puts my hands on his plump belly, pushes up my sweater and begins to massage my huge beer belly. Groaning, I rub his fat hot belly. It goes on for minutes, then he pats my pot belly and steps aside. Krampus kneels in front of me, he's fat, bearded and hairy. He rubs my big belly and starts to lick it with his rough tongue. I groan and close my eyes as he licks my navel.
"Oh, you like that?" Krampus laughs and begins to lick my belly button intensely. I lean back and enjoy when I suddenly feel his finger in my navel. A sharp pain shoots through my belly button, deep into my gut. I gasp, look at my pot belly and realize that Krampus pushed his finger through my navel into my gut!
"Aaaawwwww ..."
He pulls his finger out of my gut and I see that he is pulling my intestines out of my navel with his pointed claw. With a wicked laugh he lays the bowels on my big heaving belly.
"Merry Christmas!" Santa and Krampus are leaving.
Groaning and moaning, I clutch my cruelly aching belly, try to hold back the bulging intestines and dial the emergency number. "Help ... I have a gut wound ... my bowel is oozing out ..."
When I hear the sirens approach, I clutch my hanging entrails and wonder how to explain this to the paramedics.