Twas the night before Christmas,
as many well know. 
And be you naughty or nice,
we huddle away from the snow.

Warmth is a blessing,
that many do seek,
but watch who you share with,
for little eyes they may peek.

For Santa my dear, 
can be a well hung chap,
and those little cubs,
might not be in bed for their nap.

Be careful as you unwrap,
that reindeer's large present,
and get lost in the pleasures, 
of life so pleasant.

After all if dear mommy,
sister Becky, or uncle Bo,
can pleasure dear Santa,
some cubs can give it a go.

But first they must practice,
all they have seen,
for they want to be prefect,
So the best gifts they can glean.

Off to the bedroom,
sleep-ware tossed in a pile
to explore those good feelings,
that caused such a smile.

Fingers do linger
tug, poke or prod,
to learn why voices called out,
for not Santa but god.

Lips might seek sheaths, 
or hidden away folds,
Cloaca or rosebuds,
Cubs, they have no set molds.

All is but pleasure,
no matter how it is sought
as they little by little,
are mostly self taught.

Billy will have Sally,
slide along his tiny cock,
while Brian jerks off quickly,
into a handy sock.

The triplets might get,
Into one chain or sucking fun,
While little Jacob,
Learns how to flash and run.

Oh what a wonder,
a happy little scene,
but are they naughty or nice?
Whatever do you mean?

For while Santa sees all,
and has his little list,
around this time of year,
a few indiscretions might be missed.

He'll just make note,
for around this time next season,
and if there is a lump in Santa's lap,
those cubs will soon learn the reason.