'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for Mary Beth;

Her stockings were red and all that she wore,

In hopes that St. Nicholas would soon find this whore;

She’d been naughty all year, cheating fucking and lying;

Mary Beth laid there in bed, knuckles deep in her slit,

While visions of elf gangbangs danced through her head;

St. Nick surely would punisher her, but coal would not do,

Tied up in tinsel, thrown in his sack, spanking and fucking her only way back;

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

She sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window she flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on her breasts made them practically glow,

They gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to her wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

She knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles her finger few to her clit,

The driver whistled, and shouted, and called his team by name:

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As he called into the night, she shuddered and came,

Her knees were weak, her tits pressed to the glass, St. Nick gave her a wink;

Up to the housetop the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—

And then, in a twinkling, she heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

She rushed to the fireplace and got on all fours,

Her holes hoisted high, for St. Nick to enjoy.

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

He dropped his bundle of toys next to her as he admired the sight,

He pulled off a thick glove, his finger was rough as it slide over her slit.

Biting her lip she turned her head round,

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth ushered the words, “naughty,”

He peered down at her ass, as white as the snow;

She gritted her teeth as he teased a finger at her tighter hole,

Beneath his round belly she could see his cock grow;

She looked up at his broad face past a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

The right jolly old elf looked down at her with lust,

“I’ve been so naughty Santa please make me pay;”

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave her to know his toy she would be;

He spoke not a word, but dropped his red pants,

And stuffed her with his throbbing red cock;

He grunted approval as her ass jiggled with each thrust,

He hooked a finger on her mouth, yanked her head back,

“Mary Beth my Ho you will be.”

With that he filled her with ropes that were thick like a nog.

She slid off him and laid on her back, he gazed down at her with a jolly sneer.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

Ribbons spewed forth from his bag and took hold,

They grabbed her arms, tangled her legs, bound her breasts, in a cheery red way.

Just as soon as they sprung, they pulled her into the bag,

Her eyes wide with fear and delight, at her Christmas gift she’d been given tonight.

He collected his sack, he could feel Mary Beth struggle,

He gave a nod, and up the chimney they rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But she heard him exclaim, from the depths of the sack—

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”