I shot Saint Nick

I shot Saint Nick

 

He snuck down my chimney with care and I screamed right there!

Then a clatter sounded when he was shot in neck

 falling with a thump swearing I told old St Nick I am done being second best!

The elves and I had enough of the fat chump taking credit 

while we made him a star.

I may have been a simple holiday lay but

Mrs. Clause didn't know I was his inspiration most days.

The gift giving of the season would still go on,

just not by the obese fat one who
would lay his finger aside his nose sniffing up special sugar

then depart from my sweaty thighs exclaiming,
 "Merry Christmas ho and fucking goodnight!"

Joy4no1