Santa's Helpers

T’was the night before Christmas and all thru the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. I was nestled all snug on my bed, while visions of pussy danced in my head. When what to my wondering eyes should appear but Santa’s Helper was coming near. As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the steps she came with a bound. She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her feet, and her clothes were all tarnished with pussy so sweet; a bundle of toys she had flung on her back, and she looked like a peddler just opening her crack. Her eyes how they twinkled! Her dimples, how merry! Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry! I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself; a wink in her eye and a twist of her head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.