'Twas the night before Pozzing, when all through the house; Not a creature was stirring, not even a louse; My photos were posted on the website with care, In hopes that a gift giver soon would be there; My firm ass was nestled all snug in my bed, While visions of poz cum danced in my head; When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature van, and eight muscle boys, With a masculine driver, so lively with noise, I knew in a moment it must be the gifter. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; Now, Parker! now, Baxter! Now, Connor and Steven! On, Emmet! On David! On, Cooper and Kevin! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all! As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to my bedroom the coursers they flew, With a bag full of sex toys, and the gift giver too. And then, in a twinkling, I felt on my butt The prancing and pawing of each little slut. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Onto my bed the gifter came with a bound. He was tanned all in bronze, from his head to his feet, And his body was tarnished with poppers and heat; The bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His pecs were like rocks, his glans like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as trimmed as a hoe; The stump of a joint he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a large dick with a dark patch of hair, That shook, when he laughed without a trace of care. He was manly and hard, the right man to poz me, And I kneeled when I saw him, and looked up with glee; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And pushed into my ass; then turned with a jerk, And laying some poppers aside of my nose, And after a snort, up my rectum he rose; As he pumped out his cum, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Pozzing to all, and to all a good-night!"