'Twas The Night Before Yuletide

Twas the night before Yuletide, when all through the place,
A surge of elation lit up each child's face.

To get them to bed was a chore filled with stress,
'Cause Santa was due and the house was a mess.

When finally the kids were ensconced in their rooms,
I turned to my husband, the man I'd made a groom.

He was snoring - alas! - though quite softly, at least.
I shoved aside thoughts that I'd married a beast.

I was horny, you see, and with the kids all in bed,
I'd hoped for some joy - I wanted some head.

But I know him quite well, he was down for the night,
I'd have to use the fingers, on my hand they call right.

So I lay back on the couch, with my legs spread quite wide,
And fingered myself - what a delightful, nice ride!

When suddenly there arose such a din that it caused me to pause!
Such noise had to be a violation of noise laws!

Imagine my shock, as I lay naked and mute,
When in the fireplace there appeared a pair of black boots!

'Twas followed by a man, all jolly and round,
Who though was quite short, had to weigh 200 pounds.

His suit was quite red, with white accents there,
And the chimney had sooted his lush head of hair.

He looked round and blinked. He spied me at last.
His eyes twinkled merrily. His smile was quite vast.

With a glance at my mate, he held up a finger,
To quiet my outburst, which in my throat did linger.

He dropped a huge sack, all filled up with toys,
For good little girls, and reasonable boys.

Then with a flourish he opened his pants.
With a flick of his fingers, he showed me his lance.

I goggled, felt shock, was embarrassed, of course.
Jolly St. Nick was hung like a horse!

In a nonce he was there, me firmly in his grip,
His sucking soft lips were attached to my nip!

Before I could push him away with a shove,
His prick was inside me. It fit like a glove!

"You were such a good girl." His voice was a song.
"You get what you wanted, a nice, long, hard dong."

"But Santa, we're cheating!" I moaned with a gasp,
Part of me hoping this would last ... and last.

"'Tis but once a year," he whispered, "my dear."
"You'll not see or feel this for another long year."

He lunged and he rutted, inside me so deep.
The orgasms kept mounting. With joy I did weep.

When suddenly he stopped. Oh, did his eyes glow!
And a fire hose went off, down in me below.

He kissed me and then he pulled out with a squelch,
Before standing and dressing, and fastening his belt.

And then, as I lay, all dripping and sated,
He filled up the stockings. The kids would be elated.

He hustled and bustled and finished his work,
And then with a grin, he turned with a jerk.

Just like in the stories, put a finger to his nose,
And gone like a flash, up the chimney he rose.

"Go Rudolph!" He whistled. "Get off this roof top!"
"On Dasher and Dancer! She may call the cops!"

I stared at my pussy, awash from his accosting.
I scooped with a finger. It tasted like frosting!

I struggled to rise ... to get up and stand.
My head whirled around, toward my sleeping husband.

He still snoozed along, blissful in slumber,
When I realized the old elf really had my number.

He'd given me just exactly what I'd needed,
My pussy felt fabulous, after being so seeded.

I was relaxed. Feeling wonderful and oh, so sedate,
I pulled up the man who was my usual bedmate.

I got him to bed, all covered and warm,
And thought "No one knows, so what is the harm?"

"It's just a fairy tale ... it couldn't be true."
"It was only a dream." That had to be true.

And then with my eyes closed, I went fast asleep,
And sank into slumber that was restful and deep.

The morning came early. My husband awoke.
As usual his hands on my body did stroke.

"Good morning my sweet," he said with a smile.
"Good morning my Darling," I said without guile.

"We must get them up, but must do this first!"
He mounted me, loved me, and came with a burst.

And as with great happiness, my pussy did ripple,
He asked. "When did egg nog start coming from your nipple?"

"You're silly," I laughed, as his eyes went agog.
"I'm serious!" he whispered. "You're leaking egg nog!"

And so with this tale, I'm warning all girls,
With short hair or long ... whether straight or in curls.

Be careful what you wish for when Yuletide draws nigh.
Don't give up on hubby, don't stare and just sigh.

Make him wake up and get up and give you your due.
Don't sit there and finger, while feeling all blue.

But if you're still single, having done what you can,
Don't worry sweet ladies - the old elf is ALL man!