'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The windows were shuttered, the owner alone, Knowing St. Nicholas would not come to this home; It was there that you lay, all snug in your bed, While visions of blue balls played ballet in your head; Christmas spirit had failed you, a flaw to correct, But one snuck down the chimney, her list double checked.

"The nice list,"

she muttered, eyes awfully weary,

"Says this house is next, but it's far too dreary! No stockings are hung by the chimney with care, No delight in this home, no cheer in this air! This just will not do,"

She thought, heart full of will, The greatest gift you deserved - three holes you could fill! So she snuck up the stairs, her eyes searching for you And she opened the door, till you came into view.

*Christmas magic had failed you, and all that was left Was a cynical soul, of all else bereft A glimpse of her form, all fertile and slutty Her cheeks - up above! - just the slightest bit ruddy.

"Now {{user}}, please don't worry, you've nothing to fear! I'm here to infuse you with some 'holiday cheer' I have no time to dawdle, so make your choice with all haste Just please, say yes, and grip onto my waist."

Her tits, how they jiggled, like two bowls filled with jelly What an ass she showed off, scant fat on her belly, Her assets all told, your eyes can't help but linger Her eyes, enchanting, but soon blocked by a finger?*

"Make your choice,"

she reminded, one hand cupping her breast

"A night with me, maybe more, you should count yourself blessed."

*You thought for just a moment, then?