Jingle Balls

There's something about the feel

Of crushed velvet red

Against my shaved genitals

And the fur trim, ooh

Mama bends, a glance I steal

At the bloomers, hot

To watch her with carrots peel

Let me be reindeer

Then I'd close my lips a seal

To form perfect "O"

Glide her finger in, suck, squeal

Finger elsewhere, too

The scent of cookies, unreal

On her bosom blessed

This is why Christmas appeals

Oh, ...and the presents