’Twas the Night Before Christmas

’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the place,
Not a stitch was in sight, not a sock, not a lace.
The towels were folded, ignored on a chair,
For the men in this house preferred cool winter air.

The fire crackled low, casting glow on our skin,
Highlighting curves, bulges, dimples, and grin.
Some leaned back proudly, some stretched with intent,
A few caught the eye and knew what it meant.

When out on the patio there arose such a clatter,
A low, knowing laugh and a thud on the ladder.
We padded out barefoot, no fear, no delay,
Curiosity first, modesty far, far away.

Then bam from the chimney, a thud and a grin,
Saint Nick made his entrance and stopped… took it in.
No gasp. No shock. Just a slow, hungry pause,
Like he’d found exactly why we loved Santa Claus.

“Well now,” he said softly, “this feels just right.”
His boots hit the floor. His coat followed in flight.
The hat came off next, then a thoughtful delay,
As the rest of his outfit politely gave way.

Layer by layer, no rush, no shame,
Santa stripped down like he knew the game.
That belly still laughed. That grin stayed sly.
The room got quiet. No one asked why.

Santa reached into his sack, gave it a shake,
Pulled out gifts that made every bare ass quake.
Packages buzzing, slick bottles that shone,
He grinned, “These aren’t toys you leave wrapped till you’re home.”

He passed them around, in each man he took stock,
He handed out rings you could put on your cock.
He gave one last wink, bare belly proud and free,
“Relax, boys,” he said. “You’re my kind of naughty.”

Stockings grew heavy, stretched tight at the brim,
Filled with surprises that whispered give in.
Santa just chuckled, admiring the view,
“All bodies are welcome. And every butt too.”

Santa’s grin went crooked, the kind that promised trouble,
“Bad boys first,” he said, "Get in line, on the double!"
Santa swatted their asses, sometimes two at a time,
Playful reminders for crossing the line.

Just enough sting to make them laugh, swear, and squirm,
Santa enjoying the power like it was part of his term.
Then he turned to the “good” ones, "Line up, all good boys!"
Santa sucked their cocks making a sloppy-happy noise.

He stepped back finally, jizz dripping from his mug,
And everyone watched as St. Nick's dick got tugged.
He came on the sofa, the rug, and the chair.
Some ropes of his cum got caught in his hair.

“Well boys,” he laughed, "this night was just sacred, but
“I’ve got more chimneys to slide down, and I might do it naked!"
A shake of his belly, a grin tight and bright,
Like he’d just had the best shift of his life.

And we heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, have a GoNaked Night!”