The dark of the night,
Was lit by one light,
That of a reindeer and its nose.

Below there is a room,
Where within the deep gloom,
Someones ardor grows.

Fast asleep in in her bed,
With dreams in her head,
Of anatomically correct dolls.

She awoke with a start,
At the pounding of her heart,
As her body answered old calls.

A Christmas heat was upon her,
And loins were astir,
As her musk went and filled the air.

She let out a moan,
A sound to squeeze blood from a stone,
As she knew she needed something right there!

Her hands were a flutter,
As she remembered her mother,
Telling her about how things would go.

But little fingers were busy,
Making feelings to drive her dizzy,
As she let her sweet nectar flow.

Now she was shedding,
All of her bedding,
Twisting and turning around.

Her body was hoping,
That she would stop coping,
And find someone nearby to pound.

She did not go wanting,
As the scent was quite haunting,
And drew her brother from his rest.

He heard the commotion,
And was set in motion,
On a short little vision quest.

And there she lay bare,
Open to his stare,
As she lay thrashing all about.

She knew what she needed,
And her brother she greeted,
By grabbing something now stout.

Mindlessly they fucked,
Her flower was plucked,
And neither saw as the door,

Was closed with a click,
As there, mom with pussy slick,
Lay frantically masturbating on the floor.