The night of the 24th

'Twas Christmas eve, would you believe  
as from on high I guide the sleigh  
my sac so loaded full  up with seeds  
and seek out, a busty babe  
 
And as I slid upon the hearth  
that coy vision standing in front of me  
I dusted off my private parts  
her red negligee, rode well above her knee  
 
How could I help, she simpered meek  
my growing bulge and its display  
throbbing, reaching to its peak  
her nipples hardened, and said, you may  
 
Disrobe me Santa,  lay me bare  
 I debagged, she gasped how big is that  
three hands of cock, it stood prepared  
the damp its soaked her, turned her tap  
 
Two breast of overflowing flesh  
her silken mound its silent gasp, precedes  
her lips devoured my rigid beast  
she moaned how can I satisfy your needs  
 
We twined like lights upon the pine  
the sweetness of her fanny shaved so bare  
flashing lights as we writhed supine  
find such joy in the candles glare  
 
 She proffered me her buttocks  
that sweet and shapely  derriere  
plum pudding lay so warm and hot  
its musk for only me to share  
 
Mounting like a stallion  
towards eggnog cup that toasts  
the balls like bells just ring that song  
a present tied by a willing host  
 
Passion as red as Rudolph's nose  
like fire that's roaring in the grate  
hump the night, under white mistletoe  
consume all the goodies, left upon the plate  
 
 Tinsel it shimmered, the baubles brightly hung  
tied down with ribbon, pendant restrained  
in the rhythm of shagging, how they swung  
like reindeer's prance,  when let off the reign  
 
The north wind blows, its cold fingers grope  
the parting drifts, engage and recede  
another years abstinence with the elfin troupe  
 Santa's helper just to satisfy a need  
 
The fairy still looking, surveying that shamed scene  
 pure were her thoughts, before Xmas eve  
how pink are her cheeks atop the tree  
 what she had witnessed, a porn advent dream ?