‘Twas the night before Christmas, when Santa called me for help It seems he’d had a problem, he was short just one elf; How could I not, I thought to myself
I grabbed my red stockings-hung by the chimney with care, And slipped into my bra Knowing he soon would be there
Children were nestled all snug in their beds, While people cybered online, giving and getting head; I slipped on my heels, and my fuzzy red hat, And imagined the sleigh-ride, seated on Santa’s lap,
Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. I tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. And my bra popped open! I unknowingly flashed- The policeman and Santa (who was asking directions) But then they both spotted me, and sported erections
The swell of my breasts through the open window Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight horny reindeer,
The cute, bearded driver, so lively and quick, Jumped into the seat, and adjusted his dick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And embarrassed he was, when he called them by name;
“Now, FLASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and TEASIN’! On, HOOTERS! on KNOCKERS! on, D-CUP and VIXEN! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now clean yourselves up, and dash away all!”
Up to my window the sleigh swifty flew, And as I climbed in, Santa felt up a boob!, He laughed as I giggled and sat down in his lap, And when something arose, I gave it a slap, And told him, “Now Santa, there’s work left to do,” And off we flew with the toys, and St. Nicholas too.
We stopped at the first house and I went down first, And snatched the hot cocoa left to quench Santa’s thirst. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his foot to his head, And the tent-pole he sported, it turned his face red; And his bulge looked quite hefty, he certainly didn’t lack Balls that were big enough to fill up his sack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! He asked if I remembered how I’d lost my cherry! He knew all about it, (because of that list) Of who’s been naughty and nice, who’s fucked and who’s kissed
I told him, “Now Santa, you know that’s not fair, To watch a girl have sex, when you’re not even there!” I bent down by the tree to start placing gifts, When Santa grabbed my butt, and gave it a lift,
He had a broad face and a little round belly, And his hands grabbed my boobs-they shook just like jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I gasped when his pants dropped, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye, one fist round his cockhead, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And slipped off my stockings; then began with a jerk, He took his sweet time, though the clocks kept on humming, And then with a shudder we both began cumming;
We sprang to his sleigh, before anybody awoke, And went on to the next home while he copped a smoke, Spurred on by the quickie with his volunteer elf, Santa remained his Jolly Old self, So we worked the long hours, delivering toys, To all of the good little girls and boys, And when we were done with our chores for the night, Santa parked the sleigh and stayed for the night,
So to all of my friends, who visit my site,
“MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM LINSEY, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!”