Night Before Christmas

I heard Santa come down the chimney
drop the gift under our family tree,
ate,endulge and devour the  batch of cookies
while gulping, guzzling and drinking
the tall frost, glacial cold glass
of part skim milk to one part soy milk.

After finish his official duties
He suddenly appeared before my
tiny disbeliefing hexagonal red eyes,
with his jolly bright smile,
and fleecy curly white beard,
but with marshy swampy green eyes
he stared at me.

Before I could fully grasp the facts,
Santa had tied my arms and legs
to the twisted tangled toughen tin
that made the four post to my bed
with ribbons, bows and plenty of knots.
But finished he was not with me.
After tying me he cover my body
with wrapping paper while leaving
only two wholes exposed.

I may not have been to see the rest
but I could heard with precision
his pants and underwear
that dropped like an army of bricks
and than suddenly
his thrusting in deep
with his leafy Christmas tree
for minutes in my mouth
and hours in my ass.

I thought he would never end
his redecoration of my soul.
As dawn cast
the first shadow of light
he released me
and utter to my elephant ears
``Tell to everyone,
the events of tonight
but no one will believe you
because your just a kid``
and than just left.

I’ve been a good boy
I thought I had been
a good boy
but Santa has left me
more than a gift.