Twas the Night Before Christmas - Pixie Style

‘Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the place,
Not a creature was stirring,
Even Lil with her Mace.
The Pixies were nestled all snug in their beds,
With visions of humping and bobbing young heads,
The gals in their nighties, and the guys in their shorts,
Had drank all the eggnog left on the porch.
Out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
The sheep were all hyper and starting to scatter.
I ran to the window so I could observe,
Ol’ Scoobie was sniffing at all of the girls.
They were mooning him good, in the new fallen snow,
A wigglin’ and squirmin’ so he started to grow.
Then, what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
The little ol’ driver was jerking his wick,
I knew in a moment it was horny St. Nick.
More rapid than beagles or deer in a rut,
He groaned and moaned and yelled out, “My nuts!”
“I’m cumming, you’re cumming, you sweet young vixen,
Deeper and deeper, til’ in wonder it spitzen!
Like a flaming ol‘ torch, let it splash off the wall!
Then we’ll dash away, dash away, dash away all!”
Like panties at PF’s, to the sleigh did they fly,
Tossed into the sled with one mighty sigh.
And up to the house-top, and onto the roof,
The sleigh full of dildos and batteries, good,
I heard them all tinkling, there on the roof,
Their need apparent, from the prancing young hoofs.
I drew in my hand to keep it real dry,
Down the chimney came Santa, fresh from the sky.
He was dressed all in fur, his zipper undone,
His clothes all disheveled from all of his fun,
Inflatable dolls he pulled from his pack,
He looked like a peddler scratching his sack.
His eyes – how they twinkled, his mouth dripping drool,
His willie was dangling … it looked kind of cool.
His droll little member was softly aglow,
With a creamy white head like new fallen snow,
His stump of a pipe was getting attention,
While it dangled there flacid, I might just mention..
Santa had a ‘young broad,’ fondling his belly,
And she made it stand up, no longer like jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right horny ol’ elf,
As he set dildos and condoms on the mantle’s broad shelf.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know she was meant for his bed.
He spoke not a word, but breathed hard while he worked,
Filling the stockings while his tool she did slurp,
Then grabbing her arm, up the chimney they rose,
She climbed in the sleigh while he touched what she showed.
He sprang to the sleigh, parked in yellowish snow,
He hurried them skyward, the smell don’t you know.
But, I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas, you Pixies, have a very good night!”