‘Twas the night before Christmas, all through North Pole,

Twenty-four hours, Mrs. Claus takes control.

Her favorite of the eve, are the gang of swole elf;

Using them, depraved pleasures, all to herself.

The virile serfs, bound to their beds,

Visions of her thick lips savoring their heads.

'Kerchiefs in their mouths, readied cocks on their laps;

There would be no time for any winter naps.

Their rods for delight, pounding mouth, pussy and ass;

Thick rivers of cum, filling her at last.

Santa returned, saw a glint in her eye;

Merry Christmas to all, it was another good night!