It was the night before Christmas, and all through the who*e house.
Every vixen was t**ng and stripping to deadmau5.
The nylons were hung just afraid to stare, in hopes that Saint Nicklaus would enjoy an affair.
The boys were nestled, tied up to their beds, as visions leather were teasing their heads.
Whilst I sit in my creche for pound daddy's cache, we settled on nothing as nowhere to safe.
When up on the roof there rode such a clatter, I set down my flocker to see what was the matter.
But what tonight wondering I did appear, but a red bottom slayand a red-nosed reindeer
With a handsome old driver with harness and hand, Saint Nicklaus arrived for his one-night stand.
He was a little shattered and called me by name, as Christmas eve nears he knows i'm the dame.
He flew down my chimney with presents and *toe*, and a sackfull of toys for all the hoe hoe hoes.
I laughed when I saw him despite of myself it was just him and I, and that elf on the shelf.
In a wink of his eye and a twist of his beard, he soon gave me the sign that he came to get weird.
He came for the eggnog and stayed for my cookies, and stuffed all my stockings when i wasn't looking.
His *marah middle named* as he sprained to his slay.
His belly sas he flew up up and away.
But i heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to
all a goodnight."