Have a Very Transie Christmas

**Anna Bollick** · 12-10-2005, 10:19 AM

Posted long, long ago in alt.support.crossdressing, reposted by Donna Mathews at my request. I am posting it here, for all you closet CDs and TVs.

A Very Tranny Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
I was making my plans to look more like my spouse
I carefully laid out my very best clothes
My bra and my panties, my slip and my hose

My stockings weren't hung by the chimney tonight
They were on me instead, feeling sensually tight
My dress was of velvet, a burgundy red
And on my long nails a new polish was spread

With makeup and jewellery, high heels on my feet
I was looking so sexy and feeling so sweet
When out in the yard there arose such a noise
That I sprang from my bedroom, forgetting my poise

The moon on the snow with its brilliant white glitter
Reminds me of lace to set my heart a-twitter
When what to my long-lashed eyes should appear
But a person in red with a sleigh and reindeer

But I couldn't tell, was it a 'he' or a 'she'
The one with the pack was dressed somewhat like me
There in the sleigh was this 'cutsey' old flirt
With a white wig and makeup, a red blouse and skirt

The reindeer were sparkling, with rhinestones and pearls
And their antlers in ribbons, so they all looked like girls
When s/he stepped from the sleigh, to my eyes were revealed
Her knee high black boots with their seven inch heels

Santa just blushed, but I stood there and smiled
And said, "Hello, my dear, can you stay for awhile?"
"Well you finally caught me," he said with a pout
"At this time on Christmas, folks are seldom about."

"I don't go enfemme very often at home,
Mrs Clause doesn't like it, so I do it alone.
So when I give out goodies to make others smile
I like to feel pretty and femme for a while."

"So I ride off dressed up, from my high heels to wig,
On Christmas eve night while I'm doing my gig."
I said, "Don't worry Santa, your secret is safe
Why don't you come in and just freshen your face."

We sat and we talked and vented our passion
For feminine frills and the latest new fashions
We finally parted with a hug and a kiss
S/he said, "I must go now, or some children I'll miss."

I went to my party and had a great time
With music and laughter and good food and wine
But when I returned and looked under my tree
I found some new pretties from sweet Santa to me

Lacy panties, a bra and a soft satin blouse
Perfumes and some candles to light up my house
But it wasn't the goodies that swept away my blues
It was knowing that Santa was a crossdresser too

So next time don't judge all the people you meet
By what they are wearing when out on the street
For in being one's self, there's no 'wrong or right'
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night

Love
Anna

**abstrack** · 12-10-2005, 10:20 AM

ughh

***Doc.Sust*** · 12-10-2005, 10:28 AM

merry christmas you cross dressing , elf molesting, sick twisted mofo!!!!

**needmorestrength** · 12-10-2005, 11:15 AM

Originally Posted by Doc.Sust

merry christmas you cross dressing , elf molesting, sick twisted mofo!!!!

Ummm

.. to each their own.. Maybe Im misunderstanding.. but thats not nice!!!

***Doc.Sust*** · 12-10-2005, 11:28 AM

i am not nice ever!

**Nismo** · 12-10-2005, 11:37 AM

Well merry x-mas to you too lady/man

**NYGIANTS21** · 12-10-2005, 11:44 AM

Why did I even read this?..... to each his own i guess..

**Booz** · 12-10-2005, 12:24 PM

happy christmas anna!!

**Smak** · 12-10-2005, 12:43 PM

roflll that is some funny shit.

**Hackamaniac** · 12-10-2005, 12:46 PM

Originally Posted by Smak

roflll that is some funny shit.

gotsta agree lol

**Smak** · 12-10-2005, 12:54 PM

would have been more great if you wrote that yourself anna banana

**Smak** · 12-10-2005, 12:54 PM

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**MASTER** · 12-10-2005, 01:44 PM

Lmao!!!

**SwoleCat** · 12-10-2005, 02:01 PM

A 50 CENT CHRISTMAS:

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my hood
ran a mob full of trannies, and that ain't never good,
we grabbed our 9's, our clips, the vests, the bricks
life ain't ever easy when you're fightin' a bunch of dicks

one by one we start breakin' them off
you could tell they were men, listen to them cough
you see 'em on the corner as they're turnin' their tricks
Like cracker jack w/a surprise, they're chicks w/dicks..............

For the rest of the "50 Cent Christmas" please contact SwoleCat who is handling all the sales for this release.

~SC~

**MASTER** · 12-10-2005, 02:04 PM

Originally Posted by SwoleCat

A 50 CENT CHRISTMAS:

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my hood
ran a mob full of trannies, and that ain't never good,
we grabbed our 9's, our clips, the vests, the bricks
life ain't ever easy when you're fightin' a bunch of dicks

one by one we start breakin' them off
you could tell they were men, listen to them cough
you see 'em on the corner as they're turnin' their tricks
Like cracker jack w/a surprise, they're chicks w/dicks..............

For the rest of the "50 Cent Christmas" please contact SwoleCat who is handling all the sales for this release.

~SC~

U spent all day writing that didnt u

**SwoleCat** · 12-10-2005, 02:05 PM

Actually about 4 mins.......

~SC~

**kloter1** · 12-10-2005, 02:09 PM

arty-smi

**SwoleCat** · 12-10-2005, 11:44 PM

Bump............thread contains hot lyrics!

~SC~

**chest6** · 12-11-2005, 12:00 AM

not bad for on the spot sc....this is why i dont write lyrics/freestyle

**Anna Bollick** · 12-11-2005, 12:38 AM

Glad everyone enjoyed. I always thought that one was cute, even though I am TS and not CD. Oh, and Sust... The elf thing was consensual, and we were both of age, so what of it?

Merry Christmas
Love
Anna

**Pinnacle** · 12-11-2005, 12:44 AM

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the slum,
not a creature was stirring,
not even a bum

Momma in her torn sweater,and pop in his cap
had just snuggled curbside,
for along winters nap

When down in the junkyard there rose such a clatter,
I sprung from the stoop to see wasamatta

And to my surprise, Santa I did see
and yes he was fat,even the reindeer did sigh,
they needed assistance of a jet engine in order to fly

When out in the distance I heard him exclaim,
as he hit the throttle,
"get a job and stop drinking,get off of the bottle".