Santa clause Stories

Twas the night before Christmas. And all through the house. Nothing was stirring. Except this horny mouse. My Dad would be Santa, As is our tradition. It is nearly the time, Set my plan to fruition. He'll be placing our presents, Down under the tree. The surprise will be his, As I present me. I'm sneaking my way And I stopped on the stair He froze in his place As my body was bare He stared at my breasts Much more than a g...