July 30th, 2010 | 
Author: Christmas Pony, A
WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a male (icon) and a male animal. If this subject offends you, do not read further.
Copyright 1986,1993 Grr Raoul Leash
Everything was silent that Christmas Eve. Only the lightly falling snow that decorated the landscape seemed to exhibit life. The children of the Streamer family had gone to bed early in hopes that Santa would come. Tom Streamer and his lovely wife Laura were snuggled in each others arms, anticipating the joyous laughter that soon will fill the Midwestern farmhouse as it did each Christmas before. Laura was asleep but Tom was engrossed in thought.
Tom had promised himself that this year's drought and its devastating effects on his family's income would not spoil this Christmas for his children. But the lack of revenue made it impossible for him to buy the one thing his children wanted so desperately: a pony. All Midwestern farm kids, except his, had ponies to ride and Tom felt a sense of guilt not being able to afford one.
Tom looked over towards Laura. He then realized he was a lucky man to have such a beautiful and adoring family. His fifteen year old son, Jimmy, had made All American in just his freshman year of high school. His thirteen year old daughter, Amy, was fast becoming a remarkable woman.
Without warning Tom's thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash coming from the roof of the two story wood framed house. Startled, Laura woke to hear the supports in the attic creak under the strain of something heavy.
"What is it?" Laura asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
"I don't know," Tom replied, moving quickly out of bed and putting on a robe. "Let's find out."
Laura followed Tom's lead while also slipping on a robe.
As they scampered out of the master bedroom, they were greeted in the hallway by Jimmy and Amy.
"Is that Santa?" Amy asked.
Jimmy said, "I don't think so, Amy. But I'm ready for anything."
Tom and Laura laughed as Jimmy knifed his hands through the air. He was taking Karate lessons at the local YMCA and was anxious to demonstrate his newfound skill. Amy and Jimmy soon followed their parent's laughter with snickers of their own.
"Come on Karate Kid. Let's see what's going on," Tom said, grinning while ruffling his right hand through Jimmy's thick curly hair.
The family followed the creaking sound along the rafters.
"It seems to be heading towards the chimney," Laura said perplexed.
"It is Santa!" Amy exclaimed.
"Don't jump to conclusions just yet young lady," Tom said with a fake
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