Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
Ness and lucas were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
Ness did not sleep long for he awoke in a fright,
A shocking scene he had witnessed on that fatefull night
Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallin snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, he heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And he laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave ness to know he had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He did not get to far for ness pulled him back down,
Santa fell with a thud to the hard wooden ground.
He was now ness' bitch along with a boy named lucas
That certain boy pleaded for ness to stop with a face crying and covered in mucus.
Ness let santa go that night, so lucas gifted ness with some hot smexy sex.
"Merry christmas ness and his girly blonde bitch" Is what santa said as he left.
"Oh neeeeesssuuuuu! Take me away with your hotness!" Lucas said
Lucas kept crying through sex so ness kept hitting hitting him with his bat. ಠ_ಠ