Seven days to Christmas,
And I'm horny as hell,
I'm walking around naked,
Till I hear the door bell.
I hide round the corner,
Ask, "who is it please."
"It's Santa of course,
I saw you on your knees.
So I thought I'd pop round,
Make sure everything's good."
I look through the peephole,
And see Santa's hood.
"I'm all good thanks Christopher,
I was cleaning the floor,
Making my home sparkle,
Before you deliver pressies to my door."
He sighed and knocked again,
"Damn it, let me come in,
I can see what your doing,
Your committing a sin."
I run from the door,
And back to my bed,
I hear a coughing and sputtering,
He came down the chimney instead.
Before I can cover myself,
He stands by my bed,
Red clothes flying from his body,
No pants, just a gleaming head.
"Just 'cause I'm Santa,
Don't mean I have no needs,
So get on the floor,
And swallow my seed."
I gulped it down,
Then I got on all fours,
A spanking he gave me,
Before he entered my back doors.
I knew it was naughty,
And I was off the list,
But even Santa surprised me,
As I swallowed his fist.
As I came back to earth,
And his red clothes he wore
He gave me a kiss,
And called me a whore.
Yet on the eve of Christmas,
I couldn't believe my eyes,
He left me lots of presents,
An envelope with a note inside:
'Thanks for being my dog,
And releasing my essence,
Now my balls are small enough,
To deliver all those presents.
So don't feel dirty,
You saved Christmas lass,
I'll see you next year,
For round two on that ass.'
