'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Black stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicolette soon would be there;

No children were nestled all snug in their beds,
No visions of sugar-plums dancing in heads;
No mamma in her 'kerchief, for I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a bachelor's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a ruckus,
I sprang from the bed to see what in the fuck was
Afoot. To the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the new-fallen snow of her breast
Gave the lustre of noon to St. Nicolette's chest
As she rode into sight driving what, it appeared,
Was a late-model sleigh pulled by flying reindeer.

More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Shakespeare! Now, Shelley! Now, Alfred Lord Tennyson!
Pump with those rumps, or tonight they'll be venison!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicolette too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard further proof:
The clickety-clack of high heels on the roof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicolette came with a bound.

She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her feet,
But her coat was low-cut, and her cleavage was sweet;
A bundle of toys she had flung on her back,
And she looked like D. Parton, but even more stacked.

Her eyes -- how they twinkled! Her dimples how merry!
Her breasts were like melons, her nipples like cherries!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the fuzz on her mound was as white as the snow;

A Cuban cigar she held tight in her teeth,
And the smoke it encircled her head like a wreath;
She had a broad rack 'bove her little flat belly,
That shook when she laughed, like two jugs full of jelly.

She was slim, she was stacked, a right jolly good tart,
And I drooled when I saw her, and hardened my dart.
A wink of her eye, a lascivious glint,
Soon gave me a hint of her carnal intent;

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And slipped on the stockings, then turned with a jerk,
And pulling her boots back on over her hose,
And giving a nod, shed the rest of her clothes;

She crawled 'cross the floor while I watched her, entranced,
And she grinned like a wolf as she opened my pants.
She rooted inside 'til my pecker she'd found,
Then she kissed it, and nibbled, and sucked it right down.

She lathered my dick with her tongue, soft at first,
Then harder and faster, 'til I nearly burst.
But she stopped with a wink and a smile on her lips,
Turned around on her knees and uptilted her hips;

And then, looking back, purred "C'mon, do your job,"
And I plunged right inside, gave her all of my knob
(Which was chubby and plump, a right jolly old dork
That was soon hard as iron, and as red as roast pork).

So I humped like a dog on my knees from behind
While St. Nic churned her ass like a blender on 'grind'.
And then she rolled over, not missing a stroke,
Hooked black-booted feet 'round my neck like a yoke,
Then captured one breast, fed the nip to my lips,
While she polished my dick with jackhammering hips.

"You like 'em big, don'tcha?", she asked with a grin,
As I turned one nip loose, found its mate, sucked it in;
And I said, "Oh yeah, baby, I like 'em like this,"
So she winked and gave each boob a magical kiss.

Here's the part of my tale that will spellbind you, boys:
First the breast in my mouth made a bubbling noise,
Then its mate bubbled too, started shaking and wobb'ling
'Til I couldn't hold onto the one I was gobb'ling.

Both boobs were soon jigg'ling like jello from hell,
And then --Dios Mio!-- they started to swell!
The tit-flesh bulged upward and sideways and out,
As St. Nicolette came with a shuddering shout,

And I watched them in wonder, and feared they would pop
Like two weather balloons with pink peaches on top.
But the swelling slowed down, to my utter relief,
While my pumping pontoon could still deep-stroke her queef.

Reaching up, she caught hold of the cheeks of my butt,
And then, with a yowl like a panther in rut,
She pulled me in hard, to the root of my bone,
And she snarled in my ear, "C'mon man! Bring it home!"

And then she went nuts, gnashed her teeth, thrashed her hair,
With her legs 'round my neck, and her ass in the air,
While her magical snatch oozed a hot, creamy flood,
The better to butter my pistoning pud.

And I doubled my speed, and redoubled my force,
Riding St. Nicolette like a galloping horse,
'Til over her screams I could quite clearly hear
The thunderous slap of my balls 'gainst her rear.

And then I glanced down 'twixt St. Nicolette's legs,
And saw my nuts swollen like ostrich's eggs!
My cock was as thick as my arm, and as long!
Oh my God, Nicolette had enchanted my dong!!!

With a growl and a thrust of my elephant dick,
I lifted her up like a doll on a stick,
Thus pinioned, St. Nicolette started to curse,
Screaming "Shit! Motherfucker! You bastard!" and worse
While I reamed her and steamed her, did things of that ilk,
'Til she'd popped all her cookies, and spilled all her milk.

And then, while she thrashed like a monkey on fire,
And I heard the sweet strains of a Heavenly choir,
With a last brutal stroke of my torrid tumescence,
I opened my sack, and delivered her presents.
My orgasm lasted three minutes or four,
And she gasped with each spurt, and moaned "More! Give me more!"

And then it was over. She climbed off my hose,
And re-shrank our bodies, and put on her clothes,
Stepped into the fireplace, and blew me a kiss,
And back up the chimney she rose, slick as piss.

She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, ere she drove out of sight,
"Get some rest! I'll be back a bit later tonight!"