As I lay by the fire reading,
Eartha Kitt on my cell-phone singing
Of Christmas treasures Santa’d be bringing,
An orange tomcat on my lap kneading,
I let my eyes close.
Before my eyes was a gorgeous man,
Tall and handsome, wide of chest,
Firelight highlighting his golden breast.
I had to use my book as a fan
As he struck a pose.
At that moment my brain stuttered.
I let my fingers trail along that man so fine.
My fingertips took on a scented shine.
I realized that man was buttered.
Oh, my spirits rose!
As for the rest of my Christmas dream,
You’ll have to imagine it, dear pervs.
Them’s as dreams it, it deserves.
May 2022 be a sparkling stream
Of delightful prose.
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