He lay her on the table so white and clean and bare.
His forehead wet with beads of sweat, he rubbed her here and there.
He touched her neck and felt her breasts and drooling touched her their.
The slit was wet and everything set, he gave a joyful cry.
The hole was wide , he looked inside: All was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands then stretched his arms , then stuffed that bloody Turkey.
May I wish you and your dirty minds a very Merry Christmas.
