Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
He was out of town as usual.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
for I'd put knockout drops in the food they were fed.
And I in my nighty, all lacey and short,
was dancing to Abba and having a snort.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I ran to the window to see what was the matter.
The moon on my breast was really making a show,
for my lacey, thin nighty was as white as the snow.

So I pulled in my chest, cause my nippys were freezing
just as down the chimney came Santa puffing and sneezing.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his boot
and even all dirty the old man looked cute.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.
He pulled down my stockings and gave me a smerk.
Then laying his hand on the front on my leg,
he smiled and said, "Baby, let's roll out the keg!"

We danced and we partied, we made passionate love,
till the dawn was ascending the night sky above.
I knew he must go for his mission was clear, as he
fondled my breast and then patted my rear.

I positioned his cap and straightened his specks
as he brushed back my hair and lightly nibbled my neck.
And then laying a finger aside of his nose, he blew me a kiss,
and up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle
and off they all flew like the nose of a missile.
I heard him exclaim as he throttled up power,
"Mrs. Claus...make some coffee!
I'll be back in an hour!

Sally 1999-2005

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