A blizzard was blowing and snow mounds were growing, it was storming so hard that the Ho's were not Ho-ing.
In a small little town where Christmas lights shined all around. Over Cherry Hill and past Maple Field is a little pink House that can be found where the smiles inside are turned upside down.
Grandma lay upstairs in a warm bed snoring. While a brother and sister were beginning to think that Christmas was boring.
There were no presents under the tree.
Perhaps, Mom and Dad were not totally trusting? Or maybe Dad's girlfriend sold them for money!
They were stuck in their House with a red and green mouse, while Mom was out chasing Dad and his Girlfriend, whom had headed someplace south.
It was the time of year, when all are filled, with joyous and happy Christmas cheer, sat a boy and a girl in a window seal, in a pool of blue, poo puddled tears.
"I wish we could have the best Christmas ever," Said Molly, whom was generally quite erotically clever.
She had a finger in her pigtails, making her fingers twirl which would qualify Molly as a bon-a-fied tail weaving girl.
"I know what you mean," said Billy Ray Jean. Who had just turned eighteen and was contemplating going to the bathroom for some pecker gripped jerking.
That was when they heard a knock at the door.
"Knock-ity knock," and they knocked some more.
Molly and Billy opened the door and in came the blizzard and 'much much' more. A six foot Pussy in a Christmas Hat, sensually seductive and neatly trimmed, in fact.
"All you had to do is ask and fun is here at last," said this towering pink Pussy, that was always open to suggestions and let out a giggling little laugh.
This Pussy came in dancing all around the room, it even did a tango with the straw bristled broom. Sliding down the banister in one slip-sliding zoom. Billy and Molly inadvertently got a booster that soon gave them a case ... of disappearing gloom.
"I just don't think that it is fair..." the Pussy said folding its arms and looking up into the air. It began tapping a finger that flare, upon its cheek, it tapped and tapped and then it began to stare.
"What's not fair?" Molly asked with flair then a shrug, trying to clear the air.
"I am glad you asked that..." the Pussy said with tact. "Why do people wear clothes, don't leave anything out. I want you to be ...exact."
Molly looked at Billy and Billy looked at Molly and both did nothing more than a duet of word gargles, synchronized 'I don't knows' with nervous toe tapping toes. Till the Pussy in the Christmas Hat began to ramble.
