Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
I heard the click of London’s heels,
As she fucking wandered about.
Decked out in a red Santa corset,
With a black belt and bow garters,
She neared where I sat,
Anxious to get fucking started.
My cock turned to stone
When she twirled in a circle,
Seeing glimpses of her round ass
Revealed as she whirled.
London jumped, startled,
When bells started to jingle,
I flashed to the fireplace,
“I don’t fucking think so, Kris Kringle!”
Through the flue came a boot,
And I grabbed it and yanked.
Down the fat man landed,
London shrieked, “That’s Santa Claus, Zane!”
He stood up, straightened his suit,
And unrolled a piece of paper,
“I can’t find your name.”
I knew what was the matter.
“Not fucking there,
So you’d might as well move on.”
London gasped, “You’re on the naughty list!”
And smacked my arm.
A moment later,
Santa and his bag took leave,
I laughed, grabbed her cheeks,
And gave London a squeeze.
“You love my dirty ways,
I have no fucking doubt.”
“I still wish you were on the ‘good’ list.”
She said with a pout.
“As long as I have you, baby,
My life is golden.
You’re my forever gift
And, you, I’ll never stop loving.”
She smiled at what I said,
Then gave me a kiss,
The rest of the fucking night,
We found our own bliss.
Happy Holidays to you and yours,
From Zane, London, and the rest,
And from Master For Tonight, Julian, and Kate,
Even Evangeline, wishes you the best.