‘‘Twas the night before Christmas, near quarter to twelve,
All the children in bed, dreaming of Santa and elves.
Enjoying the quiet, parents prepared for tomorrow,
Knowing they’d need all the patience they could borrow.

But the spirit of Christmas was dwindling this year,
The head elf was stagnant, Rudolph would not steer.
For Santa was drained, exhausted, wiped-out.
“I’m going on strike!” He said, with a shout.
“Why even bother? What’s the point of it all?
When the spirit of Christmas now lives in the mall.
They don’t even believe in me past a certain age,
And I do this for free; No reward, no wage!
I need some R&R, just one Christmas off,
A chance to unwind!” He finished with a scoff.

“But Santa, come look.” Said his favourite elf, Buddy,
“There’s something here that’ll make this year less cruddy!”
They rushed to the room where they do all their peeking,
While Buddy searched for the house they were seeking.

In a regular neighbourhood, in a regular home,
Iived a gorgeous young woman; another year spent alone.
You see, this Christmas she had asked for a very special gift;
A delivery, if you will, sure to make her spirits lift.
She was needy and desperate. With womanly desire, overcome.
And craving a helping of that thick, north-pole cum.

Claus stared at the screen, as if bingeing a show
(He is always watching, in case you didn’t know).
On the bed she splayed out, in a most seductive pose,
“Holy shit,” said Santa, as his cock quickly rose
With naught to cover her, but the sheerest of silk,
She had a cookie on display, Santa would have to provide the milk.

“Fetch me my reindeer, my coat and my sack.
You’ll have to handle deliveries, I’m not sure when I’ll be back.”
Before they could argue, Santa was out the door
And the reindeer had never been flown so fast before.
In minutes he was there, and not a moment too soon,
As the girl was getting wetter, and starting to croon.
She turned and gyrated her hourglass hips,
As “please hurry, Santa,” escaped from her lips.

Down the chimney he came, not the tightest squeeze that night,
He rushed through the hallway, his nerve endings alight.
With a thunderous kick, he booted down the door,
Startling the girl as she’d never been startled before.

“Santa! You came!” Exclaimed the woman, with shock,
“Now please Mr. Claus, stuff this stocking with cock!”
Down came the trousers of good ol’ Saint Nick
And the girl’d never seen quite so impressive a dick.
“Santa, you’re massive! I don’t think it’ll fit!”
“At this point, my dear, I don’t give a shit.”

He mounted his prize, lined himself up and then thrust,
One large hand tearing the silk nightie off her bust.
“Fuck!” Exclaimed the girl, “Santa, you’re filling me up!
I hope that you brought enough milk for this cup.”
“Ho ho ho,” cried Santa “I’m going to cum.
The first of many, before this night is done.”
“Please breed me Santa, let me be Mrs. Claus.
Any time, any hole, my body is yours!”
“Here it comes, dear. Here’s Santa’s thick cream!
I’ll fill you so full, you’ll burst at the seams!”
“Oh my god, Santa! You cum like a flood.”
But she could hardly be heard over the WHUD! WHUD! WHUD! WHUD!

When Santa had emptied his large Christmas sacks,
He slid out of the girl, breathed deep, stretched his back.
“Santa, amazing, you’re still hard as a rock.”
“Well there’s more than one load stored in this cock.”
“This is the best Christmas ever, all my dreams have come true.
Can I please spend this whole night simply fucking you?”
“Hmm, well there’s presents to deliver, lots of work to be done.
…but honestly? Fuck it, even Santa needs to have fun.”

And that is the story of Santa’s big night,
He fucked for 7 hours, until the morning’s first light.
And though children went without presents that year,
At least Santa got to unload a whole quart of Christmas cheer.

I am not to be held responsible for any childhoods this prompt may or may not have ruined. I’m simply a messenger.

Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.