Author: Jack
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Summary: A stripping tale in verse, with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore.
'Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the mall,
The crowds were all gathered and packed wall to wall;
The last-minute shoppers were thick on the ground,
In hopes there were still a few gifts to be found.
The children were swarming 'round Santa's display,
And cheap Christmas muzak blared from the PA,
While I stood, all alone, there in my bookstore,
Guarding the register, and starting to snore.
When out in the front there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my place to see what was the matter,
Away to the window I flew for a look,
Peered past the displays and over a book.
It was there that I saw a young lady I knew,
Jenny her name was, hair blonde, eyes blue,
With a body to die for, but alas, covered well,
She was painfully modest as many could tell.
A pile of packages lay there on the floor,
Where she'd dropped them in haste since she couldn't ignore,
A problem more urgent, for somehow it seems,
Her blouse had been torn, just split down the seams!
With her arms crossed in front to hide her black bra,
She raced through my door, while the crowd cried 'Hurrah!'
"OHMYGOSH! OHMYGOSH! OHMYGOSH! Not again!"
She muttered and mumbled that constant refrain.
The blouse had come off in her rush to win free,
So a long skirt and bra made her some sight to see,
She saw me and started, fled away in a rush,
Ashamed to be seen, to judge from her blush.
But haste was her downfall, her skirt she had hooked,
On a nail near the base of a bin full of books,
And it tore from her waist as she ran for the back,
Revealing her panties, which also were black.
Poor Jenny sought freedom in the back of the store,
But sadly the lock was secure on that door,
So she stopped, all confused, to consider her plight,
Huddled back to the wall as she shivered in fright.
Her eyes shy; how they darted! Her skin was so fair!
Her blushing so red, all the way down to there!
She bit at her lip, as she sank down the wall,
Behind a bookshelf, tucked in a tight ball.
But alas for poor Jenny, she just hadn't seen,
That the wall was uneven where an old shelf had been,
It hurt her soft skin, she jumped up with a cry,
But her bra strap was caught, and came all awry.
She tugged at the strap but it wouldn't come free,
Then she strained at it harder, until I could see,
A tear start to open, right down the side,
And the bra just came off her, before she could hide.
Her breasts, they were awesome, a real sight to see,
Exposed to the world, thirty-eight double-C,
Now blushing again, Jenny ran with a cry,
But tripped and went sprawling, right under my eye.
She sprang to her feet, and she raced from the store,
But her undies were caught on a shelf by the door,
And I thought to myself, as those panties did rip,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD STRIP."