The Night Before Christmas (Dr. Insanatomy Style)

Ahem, this is why when we leave for Christmas eve, we spray a thin mist of our special serum for.... visitors.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and deep in the house,

A buff snow elf was working, as small as a mouse.

She filled all the stockings and boxes with care,

As sleeves started straining, she tied back her hair:

She got a quick work-out by pumping our beds,

Disappointed by biceps as big as mens heads.

Her foot long pectorals and softball sized traps,

Were bulging so hard that her uniform snaps.

But out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

She sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window she flew like a flash,

excited and naked and feeling quite brash.

Out under the moon with breasts frosted by snow,

A reindeer girls muscles were starting to grow;

She pumped and she grunted, her skin was quite sheer,

With every flex still much more mass would appear,

Our elf got so jealous it made her feel sick,

"For my height I'm still bigger, don't show off you prick"!

Our elf flexed so hard that her six inches frame,

erupted with muscles that put boulders to shame:

"Where's Dasher and Dancer, or Prancer, and Vixen?

Bring on Comet, and Cupid, Fuck Donner and Blitzen!

Don't you dare think that just because elves are so small

we won't outlift a deer, we won't take on you all!"

While both of them glared the snow started to fly,

Moon darkened with shadow and blotted the sky;

Their eyes darted skyward as both of them knew,

That Mrs. Chris Kringle had noticed these two.

With plaster and bracing and pieces of roof

our elf started drooling, our deer slipped her hoof.

Her mountainous biceps, pecs plowing up ground,

a light flex exploded out faster than sound.

Her face was still gentle,  a doll head to foot,

Miss Kringle was tarnished with ashes and soot.

The elf hit the snowfall, the reindeer her back,

As slabs of pale muscle made both their jaws slack

Her eyes - how they twinkled! Her dimples, how merry,

Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry;

Striations of muscle would ripple and flow,

along the meat mountains as they'd grow and grow;

their whistles of awe escaped from gritted teeth

as shock-waves encircled her peaks like a wreath.

With breasts that could challenge a continents girth

and world ending muscles, her eyes filled with mirth

they couldn't stop spurting or jerking with lust,

as her laughter made tremors down deep in the crust;

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head

Soon gave them to know they had nothing to dread.

Her voice was amused, full of vigor and perk,

"Please clean yourselves up and then get back to work".

And laying her finger aside of her nose

The bricks of the house they all trembled and rose.

soon tiles and pipes, and clay walls all combine

and despite the destruction it all came out fine.

With a wink she exclaimed, before fading from sight-

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night".