'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the bed
Not a creature was stirring, not even the little head;
The stockings were hung by the bed with care,
In hopes that a little hottie soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their new homes;
so that dad might get some strange with his holiday bone;
When out on the street there was such a bang,
I jumped from my sofa to see what could make such a clang.
Away to the window I lifted a blind,
peering out the window I see this hot sexy behind.
The moon on the breasts of my next sight to see,
Gave a luster of the horny things to be.
When I finally could see after my eyes did adjust,
That hinted at what was to become the most insane lust.
I knew in a moment she was the daughter of St. Nick.
Little did he know, she would soon be sucking my dick.
The donation was placed on the table as always required,
Then she showed me her little Santa's helper outfit, which I admired.
After an intro and some groping, she was calling me dirty names,
And shortly there after I was gripping the sheets as we banged.
The rest of this holiday was so epic and such a blur,
We both laid there breathing hard and her face was so demure.
What happened next was expected but delayed,
She collected up her clothes to be on her way.
But I heard her whisper, as she walked out the door—
“Merry Christmas, today was a gift, just be sure to call me when you want some more"....