and all through the isle
not a creature was stirring
at least not for a while
The Toys are all quiet
like the good Toys they are
and the Tautions plan mischief
you've seen nothing so far
And the Lacy Place dances
the Corporation it thrives
while the Island lays dormant
being not yet alive
My bride she is cooking
whilst the day fades away
tonight we shall toast
all our friends of today
So fear not, little sissies
the new year comes fast
and the things that you crave
may arrive here at last
So dress for the evening
in your camis and silk
a far better present
than cookies and milk
With your arms to the bedpost
with your gag and your belt
your body demanding
to be admired and felt
As you lay there submissive
trying vainly to fight
you're the present to all
and to all a good night.
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