>Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
>Rainbow Dash was disturbing all, but the mouse.
>The dildos were hung by the chimney with care,
>In hopes that St. Dickolas would soon fuck all the mares.
 
>The fillies were nestled, all snug in their beds,
>Not knowing their mothers were giving lots of head.
>And Dash in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
>Had just settled a deal, no winter's fap.
 
>When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
>I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
>Away to the window, I saw some flesh
>Pony pussy, all wet and fresh.
 
>The mare on the breast of the new fetish blows,
>A stallion, lustred with bitches and hoes.
>When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
>But Braeburn, fucked by stallions, even in his ear.
 
>With a fate so dire, horse loving that dick,
>I was sure that I was going to be sick.
>More rapid than eagles, the horses came,
>And Braeburn whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
 
I can't be fucked with the 7th stanza.
 
>As dry mares that before the wild pegasus fly,
>When they meet with cum, mount all pone to the sky.
>So up to the house-top the pegasi flew,
>With an orgy full of toys, and St. Dickolas too.
 
>And then in a winking, I heard on the roof,
>The pawing and clopping of each little hoof.
>As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
>Down the chimney St. Dickolas came with a bound.
 
>He was dressed all furry, from his head to his foot,
>And his clothes were tarnished with cum and soot.
>A bundle of dildos he had flung on his back,
>And he looked like a Tranny, opening his ballsack.
 
(might redo this at some point)