I saw her across the office
She had
tinsel in her locks
And a gleam
in her eyes
She wore
red striped socks
Way up to
her thighs
My thoughts
were not of her locks
As I devoured
her with my eyes
I thought
she was quite a fox
But then to
my surprise
She offered
me her Christmas box
As she
undid my flies
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