'Twas the night before Pervertmas, when all thro' the mansion,
Not a pervert was stirring, not even a dragon;
The bras were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Ophis soon would be there;
The parents were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of grandchildren danced in their heads
And Rias in her ' lingerie, and I holding my *BLEEP*,
Had just settled our teasing for a long winter' sleep—
When out in the hallway there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the doors I flew like a flash...
Tore open my boxers on the new door latch, and had to run back in to put on a new pair.
The moon on the boobs of the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of titties to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny dragon (deer?),
With a little young driver, so lively and cute,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Ophis making her debute,
More rapid than holy lightning her coursers they came,
And she whipped them sadistictly , and shouted, and insulted them by name:
"Little perverts! Yu-Long, you pig! Tannin, you masochist! Midgardsormr, and Fafnir you dogs,
"Come on! , Tiamat you little whore! Vritra, you skank! Ddraig and Albion you tiny-dicked sex slaves! ;
"To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
"Now run bitches! Run away! Run 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 sex toys—and St. Ophis too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the ceiling wall,
The prancing and pawing of each pleasured claw.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Through the window St. Ophis came with a bound:
She was dress'd all in black and frills, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all damp with snow and... and... Forget it.
A bundle of sex toys was flung on her side,
And she look'd like a virgin just anticipating to be a bride:
Her eyes—how devious they looked! Her grin: how perverted,
Her cheeks were like roses, his ears like an elf's;
Her gothic little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the hair of her neck was as black as the snow; (Dude are you color blind?)
She had a cute face, and a little round chest,
And if you ask me, those are the best!
She was small and slim, a right perverted young dragon,
And I laugh'd when I saw her in spite of the consequences;
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
Soon gave me to know I had the next night to dread.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And fill'd all the bras; then turn'd around and gave my dick a jerk,
And laying her finger aside of her nipples,
And giving it a twerk, out the window she skipped.
She sprung to her sleigh, to her team gave a whip,
And away they all flew, most screaming 'More!':
But I heard her exclaim, ere she drove out of sight—
"Merry Fantasies to all you perverts, and to you bitches, good night!"
