Twas the night before triple XXXmas, when all through the house
No lingerie was rustling, not even a blouse.
The fishnets stockings were hung clipped to the garter with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The xhammies were horny all hot in their beds,
While visions of some fucking danced in their heads.
And Tim in his banana hammock, and I in my panties,
Had just screwed our lights out for all you xhammies.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flashed my muffin,
Tore open the shutters and made ready for stuffin’.
The moon on my breasts so perky you know
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a four poster bed, and eight hammies so dear.
With a horny old porn star, so quick with his dick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More sexy than debutantes his amateurs they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Dasha! now, Sasha! now, Lancer and Vixen!
On, Connie! On, Cupid! on, on Donnie and Blitzen!
To the top of the couch! to the end of the bed by the wall!
Now fuck away! Screw away! Ball away all!”
As wet pussies dripping make you want to pull down your fly,
When you meet a hottie with a smile so sly.
So into an orgy all of them flew,
With the bed of sex toys, and Sexy Nicholas too.
And then, having an orgasm, I heard on the roof
The dancing and pawing and sounds of ahhh and oooof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down Lani’s chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed like a furry, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all styled with rubber, including his boot.
A bundle of dildos he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a sex freak, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dick how cherry!
His balls were like potatoes, his cock kind of scary!
as it twitched and was drawn up like a bow,
And the ball hair of his sack was as white as the snow.
The stump of a hash pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he coughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right horny old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let me know he wanted in bed
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all Lani’s hot holes, then stroked with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of her anus,
this guy was totally shameless!
He sprang up after he’d been laid, to his friends gave a whistle,
And away they all blew out like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Triple XXXmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
