Christmas cheer

T’was the night before Christmas,
And all over the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
But my devious spouse.
 
It had been a disastrous year,
We had both lost our jobs,
There was no money left,
Not even two bob.  
 
There was no money for presents,
The tree was laid bare,  
We really hoped Santa,
Would answer our prayers.
 
T’was the night before Christmas,
All was calm and serene,
T’was that fateful night
She came up with her scheme.  
 
Santa scrambled down the chimney,
Was surprised by my wife,
Wrapped in naught but some tinsel,
I swear upon my life.
 
“I have no money for presents,”
My wife coyly said,
“So in the spirit of giving,
Enjoy me instead.”
 
Santa poured over his list,
While checking it twice,
“Hmmm, I can’t find your name,
Are you naughty or nice?”
 
“I’m whatever you wish,”
She salaciously purred,
“I am naughty or nice,
Whichever you prefer.”
 
Before Santa could speak,
My wife briskly knelt,
Unbuttoned red trousers,
Removed his black belt.
 
T’was the night before Christmas,
And inside our house,
My wife knelt with Santa’s,
Huge cock in her mouth.  
 
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to fuck my wife,
In every dirty way.  
 
Plowing her with cock,
Hear her scream your name,
Drill her from behind,
It’s a lovely lusty game,
 
T’was the night before Christmas.
And my devious spouse,
Once again sucking Santa,  
Til her came in her mouth.
 
T’was the morning of Christmas,
What was once quite austere,
Was now brimming with presents,
Thanks to wife’s Christmas cheer.