| 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was horny, not even a mouse. I was stalking behind the brick chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there. The family members all turned in their beds as credit card balances danced in their heads. But I, bundled warmly, stood watch on the roof, my steeltoes awaiting the press of a hoof. Then out in the yard someone banged through the clutter, the patter of hoofbeats made my zoo heart flutter. My cock strained my pants as I took in the sight of thirty-two reindeer legs, warm in the night. On the roof in a flash, the sleigh came to a stop, and fat old Saint Nick clambered down from the top. He puffed at the chimney, damn near took him all night, but finally, that old guy vanished from sight. I sprang from my hiding place, grinning with glee, and sixteen brown eyes sparkled slyly at me. Then quick as a bugle, my spooge it did glisten on Dancer! on Prancer! on Donner! on Blitzen! We partied like crazy, with joy in our hearts, eight lovers and I banging personal parts. The team was a wonder, and as I'd supposed, there's more red to Rudolph than only his nose. But then from the chimney, there came a dark puff, I knew with old Fatso back, things could get rough. He let out a roar, and a yell so irate: "You've f***** all their brains out! How they gonna fly straight!?" I had no excuses, the truth it be known, as the team staggered back to its feet with a groan. Nick gave out a call, as he vanished in flight: "You'll hear from my lawyers before Monday night!" |
