Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
Home for the fist time since leaving for college
There were things my parents just still can't acknowledge
I'm only 19, but I like my guys older
Experienced, mature, thicker and bolder
I lay in my bed feeling horny and primal
My body a tingle eager for his arrival
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
I put out the cookies and laid out the bait
I just knew or certain, this Santa couldn't be straight
He came to my bedroom and opened the door
I quietly whispered, I'm your holiday whore
Yanked from my mattress,
Thrown over his knee
H ripped down my undies
I quivered with glee
His furry white glove hit hard on my ass
harder and harder with each spanking pass
I could feel Santa's stiffy through his red velvet suit
I was rock hard myself, ready to shoot
We both came together
All over my bed
Moist candy cane sprinkles
Erupting out from our heads
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of view
I'll see you next Christmas, I'll be coming for you
As I watched him depart
My butt tingling and sore
I knew I wouldn't be waiting
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