'Tis Christmas night and all is bright
Beneath the family tree
The morning's presents scattered wide
Left wrappings and debris
Wife and son are both in bed
exhausted from the day
While Daughter Dear and me, Old Dad,
have just begun to play
The braces on her eighth-grade teeth
are tinsel to my eye
While deep within her snug gift box
My candy cane doth ply
Too soon her hairless blessing draws
From my earnest, pounding prick
Her special treat, into her womb,
Her Daddy's eggnog, thick
| Nickname | Date | Feedback |
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| Anonymous | 12/22/2015 | Loved it, loved it, loved it. |
| As to your comment: loved it, too. Thanks. --Stepdaddy |
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| cummunion | 8/22/2016 | Now THAT is not only beautiful poetry but the true meaning of XXXmas. A father's "eggnog" is a true daughter treat. Perhaps next year, she'll get the chance to drink it down. ho, ho, ho |
| Yes, I expect this will become a Holiday Classic: Rudolf, It's a Wonderful Life, and Tinsel.
Thanks for your encouragement! --Stepdaddy |
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| Jazzy Sax | 12/17/2016 | This is sexy! Hope it's true.... |
| It is, if by that you mean "the true meaning of Christmas." --SD |
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