We’ve been dashing thru the snow
making our heat rise and noses glow.
This one rush we get each year
your merry cheers fill us with beer.
Singing as we go with a ho ho ho
Santa’s frequent stops at every red bordeaux.
Gets a reindeer thinking thoughts
presents and pleasures of all soughts.
What do you expect stuck all year on ice
frozen poles, icy poles, it’s just not nice.
Saturday nights on the prowl for chicks
hot blooded mamas can only give a few licks.
They just stick to your dick in the ice and the cold
self preservation, self satisfaction before I get old.
Rejoice you’re not poor old santa claus
he only cums once a year , after he thaws.
Adding your comment:
and candy cane licorice-
can ya tell
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
I love the imagery of the ice stuck on their 
