T’was the night before Christmas, and Santa’s a louse. Doesn’t see me at all, naked ‘round the house. So I tiptoe instead, into Mr. Frost’s bed…
Mrs. Claus never gets any fun. Not until she takes a sneakpeak at Santa’s Naughty List. Mr. Frost is way up there, for the trail of pregnant women he leaves in his wake, and the very fertile Mrs. Claus wants in on that. But when Santa sees her be naughty, and feel oh so nice, there’s nothing to do but make all the faithless come.
