MargOH!’s Twas the Night Before Christmas

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MargOH!’s Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.
Not a Drag Queen was stirring, not even Lady Bunny in a sequin blouse.
The support hose were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that a hunky hung Nicholas soon would be there.

MargOH! was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of dirty martini’s danced in her head.
MargOH! in her ‘teddy, dreaming of her chap,
Had just settled her boobs for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the street there arose such a clatter,
I drunkenly stumbled from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Then tore open my blouse and threw up the sash.

The moon on my breast and the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my googly eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny twinks… OH! Dear.

With a sexy young driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be that hunky hung Nick.
More rapid than eagles his gay boys they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Johnny! now, Stevie! now, Eric and MAN-ee!
On, Donny! On, Ricky!, on Twinkie and Brandon!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dance away! dance away! dance away all!”
So up to the house-top the gay boys they flew,
With the sleigh full of Booze, and hunky hung Nicholas too.

And then, in a shaker, I heard on the roof
The bumping and grinding of nine sexy poofs
As I drew on my face, and was turning around,
Down the chimney hunky hung Nicholas came to my mound.

He was dressed all in Faux fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of booze he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a tramp, opening his fly and revealing his sack.

My eyes-how they twinkled! I was so happy and merry!
For what a thrill for him to pop my cherry!
His sexy little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
Hoping he’d make my chin as white as the snow.

The thump of his pipe as it fell to his hand,
I told him to lay down, who wants to stand.
He was brawny and sexy, a right gorgeous elf
And I moaned when I saw him, caressing myself!

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled me with good tidings, as he lifted my skirt
A wink of his eye and a roll on the bed,
Soon gave me to know I give great head.

Nick was as quick as a flash, I felt like common trash
Wiping his creamy white snow from my false eyelash
“Forgive me dear but my twinks are a waiting”
I stood on the floor, my knee’s still shaking

“Hold on Nick, for what do I get for this winter’s trick?”
He winked and nodded trying to act all slick
When he dumped out the booze from his hefty sack
“All for you my dear for a sampling of that fabulous rack”

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like they were doing the hustle.
But I heard him exclaim,’ ere he drove out of sight, “MargOH!’s a great dame”
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a sexy-night!”

Happy Holidays from MargOH!

PS- MargOH! does not recommend you try her yearly St. Nick Christmas Eve fantasy at home. The hydraulic lift alone costs thousands of dollars…and though Hunky Hung Nick comes at a price, he does throw in his twinks…

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