It’s that time of year again,
When we wait for ole Kris Kringle
To fill our Christmas stockings,
And make our pussies tingle.

He’s got a giant package,
And a really full sac
And if I’m not mistaken,
Not just on his back.

He says that I’ve been naughty,
And deserve a lump of coal.
But he’ll leave me a present,
If he can hammer every hole.

I sit on Santa’s lap,
And tell him what I need,
To stuff me with his candy cane
And fill me with his seed.

He’s happy to oblige me,
As I lie down on his coat
But first, I’ll entertain him,
With my wickedly tight throat.

He stops just short of cumming
And flips me on all fours.
He plunges in my juicy box,
Until my pussy pours.

But Santa isn’t cumming
Until he takes my ass
He pounds my little back door,
“I’ve saved the best for last!”

As Santa shoots his thick, hot load,
He spanks me for good luck,
“I’ll give you presents every year,
As long as we can fuck!”

I promise ole Kris Kringle,
He is welcome to keep cumming
As long as he takes all my holes,
And keeps my body humming.

But now it’s time for him to fly,
I’m sad to see him go,
“Don’t worry, Katarina,
You’re my favorite Ho-Ho-Ho!”