'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
The garters were hung by the chimney with care,
with hopes that Santa would be a horny ole bear.

I was all nestled and nude in my bed,
while visions of orgasms danced in my head.
He in his kerchief and I in the buff,
was so damn horny I just couldn't get enough!

When out on the lawn, there rose such a clatter.
I sprung from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I threw up the sash,
feeling so cheerful, I gave him a flash.

The moon on my breast cast an erotic glow,
giving new luster to the wetness below.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A twelve inch vibrator and batteries near!

With a young driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, he must have good dick!
More rapid than an eagle, his erection, it came,
He whistled and shouted and called me by name.

He was dressed all in leather from his head to his foot,
His clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of goodies he had flung on his back,
He looked like a male stripper, just opening his pack.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
bent me over the desk in one quick jerk.
He pounded and pushed and grunted for an hour.
I sweated so hard I slipped heading to the shower.

He kissed me goodbye and to his reindeer gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
I heard him say, as he drove out of sight.
Happy Orgasms to all and to all a good night!