Cali reads, fantasizes & lives out the NAUGHTIEST version of this classic Christmas story. 'twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Chris Cringle soon would be there; The were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what's the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the drapes, and threw u... Show more