T’was the night before Christmas,
Alone in the house.
Just out of her tub, 
Now where was her blouse?

She dashed to her bedroom, 
Her jaw dropped in awe,
She open the drawer…
There wasn’t a bra.

They were planning this night
To make cookies and candies, 
The next drawer down…
Oh no, no panties!

Her stockings were hung
By the chimney with care,
Now, they too were gone
She didn’t know where.

The panic she felt, 
She tried to subdue;
If not for her towel,
She would be nude.

Then suddenly from the kitchen
There arose such a clatter,
She sprang from her thoughts
To see what was the matter.

There he was standing
With a sweet loving smile,
He surely had been
In the house for a while.

How’d he get in?
Her heart filled with glee,
Then she remembered
She’d given him a key.

What she saw in his hand
She felt such an honor,
Those cuffs and clamps
And her favorite flogger.

She no longer cared
About cookies and candies,
She now knew what happened
To her blouse, bra and panties.

He spoke softly to her,
“Come here, my sweet pet.” 
Her knees felt weak
And then she felt wet.

Dropping the towel,
She ran to his chest.
He spoke again,
“Babe, you are the best.” 

She whispered as the blindfold
Was stealing her sight,
“Merry Christmas, my love,
T’will be a warm winter’s night.”