The Night Before Last

"The Night Before Last"

'Twas the night before last, and all through the house,
My wife was not home, not even the mouse;

I was horny as hell, and hung like a horse,
In hopes she'd be home, so we could run our course;

The children were gone, it was their weekend away,
This was so perfect, we had plenty a time to play;

With visions of her pussy, just riding my cock,
It was throbbing a beat, to the grandfather clock;

I had just went upstairs, and climbed into bed,
With anticipation of my wife, giving me head;

When all of a sudden, I heard such a clatter,
I jumped out of bed, to see what was the matter;

I opened the window, hit my head on the sash,
Flew opened the shutters, and fell on my ass;

The full moon brightly shining, gave a lustre below,
To the two creatures stiring, all covered in snow;

And what to my wondering eyes did appear,
My wife all naked, and Santa drinking a beer;

He giggled and laughed, as my wife danced around,
Like a whore full of gas, as they fell to the ground;

I heard him call out, all kinds of foul names,
He had plans for my wife, to play his f***in games;

He told her to suck on his fat little dick,
This is your present, from Jolly Ol' St. Nick;

I couldn't stand it, not one minute more,
I ran down the stairs, flung opened the door;

As I got outside, oh lickety split,
They were engaged, in one hell of a kick;

Her legs were spread wide, pointing up to the sky,
He was humping her ass, as she let out a cry;

I yelled to that asshole, get the f**k off my wife,
As I heard him say, "I'm Cumming, What a hell of a life";

He got up an ran, so lively and quick,
His belly would jiggle, and so would his dick;

I heard him exclaim, as he rode out of sight,
"Have A Merry F**king Christmas, And A F**ked Up Night".

Written By: David E. Chartrand
12/03/2006