Up in the North Pole a wild girl roams

Santa’s daughter, who all the boys know

They say that she can be good luck

If you rub her floppy clit enough

Kristy and Her Christmas Clit

Red and rosy, drenched in spit

When you rub it, make a wish

Allyour Christmas dreams come true

Hanging there, kiss it with care

She can make it twitch

Up and down, spin it all around

She never wants to quit

You’ve made a wish

Here at Christmas time

Santa’s daughter

Came three times

You still hear her, “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

When you sucked on that beaver nose

Kristy and Her Christmas clit

Red and rosy, drenched in spit

You rubbed it well, enough to tell

Allyour Christmas dreams came true