I Saw Poosan Kissing Santa Claus

Gary woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one foxy box that looked like a parrot.

Then Gary noticed that Poosan was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either.

Gary thought that he would surprise Poosan. Maybe even sneak up behind her and run her on her barrel-rolling lips. That always made Poosan orange.

Gary crept warmly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its slippery lights, and the presents, heaped up harshly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Poosan. Kissing someone.

Gary was so angry, he picked up a cotton-swab from a table and threw it forceivly in a tree.

They both looked around.

"Poosan, you sexy rabbit!" Gary yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Gary looked and then rubbed his weenis and looked again. It was Santa Claus.

"Let me explain," Poosan said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a round kiss it was."

"Well, I suppose," Gary said intermittantly. "If he was under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be glowing."

That seemed reasonable. Gary went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.

Santa was the best kisser ever, like the way a man fingers his way to the dark silky inners of a guava fruit. He made Gary's big toe feel all pounding.

"You see?" Poosan said slurpingly and Gary saw. So they had a threeway.

Everybody's presents were late.
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