CHRISTMAS DREAMS ... REVISITED

CLICK ON VINCENT TO MAKE HIM "BIGGER" AND THINK REALLY HARD ABOUT WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU'RE UNDER THAT STRATEGICALLY PLACED MISTLETOE!

'Twas the night before Christmas;
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse ...

The stockings were hung ...
like D'Onofrio .... with care;
In hopes that St. Vincent
Soon would be there ...

The vixens were nestled ...
All snug in their beds
As visions of nude Vincent
Danced in their heads!

Jazzy in her kerchief,
And I in my jockstrap,
Had just settled down
For a long winter's nap!

When out on the lawn,
Their rose such a clatter
Maui sprang from her bed
To see what was the matter

Away to the window
We flew like a flash!
Val tore open the shutters
Jazzy threw up the sash!

The moon on the breast
Of the nude D'Onofrio
Gave the lustre of midday
To the sex toys below!

When what ... to my
wandering eyes should appear
But our dear darling Vincent
wearing only a grin … a snear

With his love monster at attention
So lively - not reticent!
We knew in a moment
It must be Saint Vincent!

More rapid than eagles
His babymakers came ...
And he whistled and shouted
and called them by name!

Now Basric! SnarkAngel!
Now Diane! Now Jazzy!
Now Tess, Now Artist!
Now Eliza! And Maui!

To the top of the porch!
To the top of the walls!
He shot and he shot
His load from his balls!