Magic holidays

Alone at night our Christmas tree stood, there in the living room not a creak in the wood. The moon rose high and the cat slept deep, there was no sound, not even a peep. But then the tree felt something he hadn't before. A strange rustling at his nether regions' door. POP came a sound and the cat went flying, and out came a present after seemingly prying. The tree was surprised when it didn't stop there, but presents kept coming crashing through the air. By morning when children came, nothing would ever be the same. For the tree had given birth to a thousand dollars in games.
Christmas tree pooping presents ornament


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