A follower alerted me of this little poem. Thanks for the shout out, sufficientlydeviant. It made me laugh.

sufficientlydeviant:

T’was the night before XXXmas and all through the net, not a submissive was stirring, not even the pets.

Their stockings were tight, arranged with care,
In the hope that Naughty Saint Nick would soon be there.

The littles were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of daddy danced in…