Twas the night before Christmas when all through his house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Presents needed to be delivered but Santa Claus was not ready to go and he didn't care
As Mrs Claus was soon to be there
He waited in anticipation in his bed
With hopes that he would soon get fantastic head
The moon shone through the window, through trees covered in snow
With the thought that Santa Claus would surely get a blow
Yet Mrs Claus was nowhere to be seen and poor old Saint Nick
Was left with a longing in his dick
He wondered how he could get the job done, without getting some
Who can help poor old Santa Claus cum?
Clearly poor old Santa Claus needs help here and let's face it, without some satisfaction, many families out there may be left without presents. Now, you wouldn't want that on your conscious, would you? You must save Christmas!
Ok, all kidding aside, I thought a lighthearted little poem which admittedly could use some improvement would grab your attention. I've found that these little encounters go much better when both sides get to know each other just a little bit.
A little about me: I'm 40 years old, 5'10, and 175 pounds. I'm hoping we can spread a little holiday cheer to each other!
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