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...
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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...