''Twas the week before Christmas, and boy was it neat.
We had been on vacation, and my wife was in heat.
The doors were all bolted, the phone off the hook,
It was time for some nooky, by hook or by crook.
Momma in her teddy and I in the nude,
Had just hit the bedroom and reached for the lube.
When out from my privates there arose such a cry,
That I lost my boner and thought I would die.
Up to the window I sprang like a very big flea,
The pain was so bad it stung like a bee.
I ran down the hall past the 'putter I'd built,
And looked in a mirror, clean up to the hilt.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an airhole in my scrotum - I said to her....Dear.
With two holes now seen, half out of my sock,
It's time for a phone call, right now to a Doc.
The first one I called, said I'd just lost my mind.
So I paid him his worth ... it was only a dime.
The next one I called said it was just a small mite
Sure as I'm speaking, he was high as a kite
All I had left was to lay there in pain
A cry in the night with nothing to gain
Then down the chimney came a big red guy
St. Nick I told him, it must be a fly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old prick,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my dick.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had more problems to dread
Whoa Sh|thead he said - you are such a Putz,
Stop whining right now or I'll cut off your nuts.
A phone number he gave and a big bag of ice
He said call this Doc and he will be nice
He sprang up the chimney, to his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim boy "Don't bitch or don't pout"
"Merry Christmas to all and be glad they are all out!"