Every XA player down in XA server loved xmas a lot! But theKitt3n who lived north of XA in Minnesoda did not! The kitt3n hated xmas! Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.It could be perhaps the climate a-changing, ICE raids, or that menace in orange so brash.Or her OnlyFans flop, Dex ghosting her texts, or that no one had knocked on her sash. It could just be her brain just wasn’t right. But, I think the most likely reason may have been her cooter was just two THOUSAND sizes too big. Whatever the reason, the brain or the cooter, she stood there on xmas eve hating the happy XA players. “I must find some way to keep xmas from coming! But how?" Then the kitt3n got a wonderful, awful idea! The kitt3n laughed in her throat. Down the chimneys she slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant she took every present! Pop guns, pampoogas, fedoras, and drums! Checkerboards, bizilbigs, Yeffery’s prized menorah, popcorn, and plums! You’re a mean one Ms. kitt3n.

When the kitt3n took the tree and started to shove it up her cooter, she heard a small sound, like the cue of a dove. She turned around and saw a teenage baseball player, little Korbin Steven. He stared and said “Why are u taking my xmas tree?” But you know that old kitt3n was so sly and so slick, she thought up a lie and thought it up quick. “I am one of your dad’s prostitutes. Now, I’m taking your tree to fix it!” Korbin being Steven’s offspring, required no further explanation, and the kitt3n sent him back to bed with a beer. It was quarter to dawn. “All the XAs down in Walmart server will all cry boo-hoo!” grinned the kitt3n, "that I simply must hear!" She paused. But this sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded glad! Every XA player down in XA server, the HEs, the SHE’s, the SHE-HEs, and the tuna. They were racing! Racing without any presents at all! She hadn't stopped Christmas from coming! It came! Somehow or other, they raced and came just the same!

Maybe Christmas, she thought, doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more. And what happened then? Well, in XA server they say that the kitt3n’s cooter shrunk two THOUSAND sizes that day! And then the true meaning of Christmas came through, And the kitt3n found the vaginal strength of 10thousand surgically enhanced trans women, plus 2! She flopped on her bun and with a grin ear to ear shot the presents out her cooter faster than towlees machine-gun. She shot out their snoofs and their tringlers their dafflers and Yefferys menorah! She shot out their pantookas, lost XA players, midgets and Jive’s fedora! She squirted everything back! All the food for the feast! And then dext, dexty himself, the dext ate her roast beast! Fahooforesdahoodores Welcome Christmas Come this way Welcome Christmas Kitt3n gagged, jolted awake in her computer chair. Dripping with sweat, thong wet, fingers sticking and flicking she came with great flair.Yes! Kitt3n loved Xmas!

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Well, it was Christmas time once again and there dext was at the Mall of America’s Santa Claus auditions. The hiring manager, a small weasely man with glasses explained why they had let go the previous Santa. Yikes, dext thought. “Repeat after me. Ho Ho Ho” the hiring manager said as he rehearsed with each of the candidates one by one. A squat, Hawaiin man in long jorts repeated “Jo jo jo.” A fat hick in a Bud Lite T-shirt repeated “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.” A small olive skin boy said “suck my ♥♥♥♥ weetard.” A large smelly woman was visibly shaking and saying “REEEEE REEe REEEE.” A fat, white loud blapper said “who ordered the uber?”It was finally dext’s turn. God these other people sucked. Dext filled his chest with air and did his best “Ho Ho Ho.”

The manager was visibly stirred, taken aback. “That’s not bad, not bad at all!” I think we have our Santa! Just as the manager extended his hand to shake dext’s a thunderous, stuttering noise came from the street outside beyond the window. “HEUH HEUH HEUH” Immediately the color drained from the manager’s face. No… no… it… it couldn’t be. He was in Antarctica! He was banned from being Santa! He had court conditions to stay away! The manager turned in disbelief. And there he stood. Nightmares cometh. 6’6 pale white. Hairy chested. Unkempt hair. Wire frame glasses. Frothing at the mouth. Heavily muscled, heavily breathing and no smarter than a 3 month old orangutan. Wearing nothing but a bulging and stained red thong. With a red veldt Santa overcoat draped around his shoulders. In his left hand, the craigslist job ad, printed. In his right hand, a shovel.