'Twas the night after Christmas and all through the house,
People were sleeping, like a merry doped mouse.
'Cept Roxy the vixen, who had a strong need,
She wondered if Blitzen was still sans his lead.
Her legs were spread wide, sweet scent did abound,
As her little finger did tease, that hole oh so round.
'Which one' did you wonder, did please her the best?
Front door and usual, or back door play quest?
She got out all her toys, whip and sash too,
The question is now, what woul
