Twas the night before Christmas
and all through my place
all was darkened
except the gleam on my face

Laid back in a recliner
with some wine and some beer
nothing on but laced panties
to show I’ve been a good girl all year

When up on my roof
I heard such a clatter
I spread my thighs
and laid back even flatter

Pretension of sleeping
was the trick I would play
to coax my dear Santa
for a roll in the hay

Down through the chimney
he came with such ease
glancing my way
I could see he was pleased

What have we here
was his comment so low
a sweet tiny morsel
her skin all aglow

With the ease of a magician
off went his costume of red
showing his south pole
with its huge candy cane head

Pulling me close
I felt his fine beard
first tickling my legs
to my spot he adhered

His entrance was smooth
as new fallen snow
I was in wonder
just how deep could he go

He started to laugh
and shook his body of jelly
which gave me pleasure
from entrance to belly

With the power of Reindeer
that were hooked to his sled
he filled me with pleasure
from my toes to my head

No wonder his wife
is contented all year
to be way up north
with nobody near

When he was finished
he gave me some winks
I know you’re not sleeping
you hot little minx

After leaving some presents
and a few winks from his eyes
twas up the chimney
he started to rise

But soon he got stuck
his pole still out of place
because of his thoughts
on me and my space

So out the door
his face red with a smile
he left in a hurry
to cover many a mile

As he called out the names
to each on his team
it seems he forgot them
and started to scream

On Dasher and Prancer
and who ever you are
get me distant from here
and this wanton sex star.

Now I’m all alone
and Santa’s not here
but I’ve a feeling he’ll stop
once again next year