"Hun, decorate the tree with me?"

"Pass."

"Why?"

"Not feelin' Christmassy."

While he fondles the remote, I fondle balls before hanging.

Hot cocoa beckons, so I dip a nip, then lift and lick. Mmmm. Peppermint follows; I slurp the stick before it slips inside my Christmas cunty.

I spy a twinkle in his eye, then a twitch in his pants. 

He's on me like icing on a cookie, withdrawing my candy cane, and giving it a taste. Next, he grunts, "Fa... la... la," with each thrust of his pole.

Balls-deep in Christmas Spirit, he howls, "Merry Christmas to all!"