‘Twat the night before Christmas, when all through the roost
Not a pussy was stirring, but she was still feeling loose;
My stockings were hung on the towel rack with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
I was just getting nestled all snug in my bed,
While visions of hard cock danced in my head;
And me in my fishnets, and corset so tight,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s night,
When out on the balcony there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw open my sash.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Bentley, and eight muscled fairy queers,
With a driver so hot dressed in red,
I wanted him soon to be in my bed.
So lively and quick, I know he got a big dick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Yes it is true; Santa came for a visit last night, it must, surely, be that time of year.
Santa just needed a back rub, some love and a bed. Who am I, to deny the guy in red? I opened the door and let him come in. Took his coat and hat and placed them on the rack. I then proceeded to lay him on his back.
As I gave Santa his rubbin’ and luvin’ his candy cane began to grow, my eyes filled with wonder at the new rising show. I licked and I sucked with all the care I could spare, I gave him a blow, till he covered my face with a new fallen snow.
He said “Vixen, your skill is beyond mere words, how may express my good cheer? What is your Christmas wish for the upcoming year?” I thought and thought, and came up with a plan…
I declared “A man for each night of the week sounds grand!” Santa said with a smile and glint “your wish is fulfilled; your cunt will be filled, each night of the week you see fit for the thrill.”
Santa walked to the door grabbed me up and said “thanks for the attention doll; your lips are doing you well.” He kissed me one last time…
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas Vixen, thanks for doing me right, you suck like pro and keep it up all nite.”
I thought about rewriting Moore’s poem myself but eventually just went with the original holiday classic. I have to say I like your version quite a bit. Lucky Santa! Just goes to show what I’ve been saying for years — Santa prefers to visit the NAUGHTY girls much more than he likes visiting the nice ones.
Merry Christmas to you and yours. I hope you get everything you want.
– PB
I’d love to dress up as St. Nick for you….
Great, unique, and completely VIX rendition.
No one could pull this off but you.
Merry Christmas Babes!
Better than any kiddie version I’ve heard!!!
Merry Christmas Vix!!!
Panserbjorne: everything I want? well then, I’ll be seeing ya just round midnight then.
Ronald10021:St. Nick with a big dick?
Topaz: Merry Christmas to you too love. thanks for all your continued support and for your consistent readership, I much appreciate it.
Blackpearl: thanks! hey no XXX-mas HNT from you? what’s up with that?