Twas the night before christmas and all through the house
clothes were strown all around and all about.
A pair of shorts and some boxers I could see
and something else which-dare I say?-resembled a tree.
No branches were found, it appeared quite smooth
excluding some veins which appeared where it grooved.
Standing so tall, I admired it's girth
it's weight in gold couldn't measure it's worth!
As I grew closer, I shook with desire!
To mount this tree would surely ignite my fire!
I strained and I huffed as I sat on this tree.
I felt as if something would rupture inside of me.
With each stroke brought discomfort, but as time wore on
I found the pain I had felt was completely gone.
My nuts, they rose! My teeth did chatter!
I put a sock in my mouth so the bastards wouldn't shatter!
I grabbed my cock 'cause something went crazy!
This tree I had sat on had become all sick and lazy.
I jumped off of it as quick as I could,
but it was too late.it did no good.
It laid there all flaccid in a pool of wet mess
so I stroked myself while it took a little rest.
And wouldn't you know it, just as I gave the final stroke
that log started to rise and quickly awoke!
But I was too far gone-there was no turning back.
My head thrashed about-I had an attack!
So I laid there next to the log, now a tree.
I looked up at it, and it down on me.
"Wow!!!", I said with detectable delight.
"It's been a good day and one hell of a good night!"
