'Twas the night before Christmas when Santa dropped in
With sack full of presents and face full of grin
For our house was special and he hoped to stay
And rest a few minutes in our special way

He knew we were nudists and our point of view
Was one that he favored for he was one too
And there, I was waiting for him to come by
With mom, dad and sis and a gleam in my eye.

We'd all shed our clothing so he could feel free
To spend a few minutes as comfy as we
And quickly unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped,
Old Santa, was he fully, gleefully stripped!

With little round belly and all, we could tell
That dear Mrs. Claus had been feeding him well
But he was so pink and so jolly and sweet,
We knew that she loved him and loved him to eat

His cheeks were so rosy - in front and in back
And, all over, shaped like his well-rounded sack
With fingers and toes kind of tiny and nubby
That showed he had always been "perfectly" chubby!

He welcomed our offer of cookies and drink
And shared in our pleasure - then, quick as a wink,
He climbed in his costume, got bundled and snug
And thanking us roundly, gave each one a hug

Then, SNAP!, he was gone and we stood there, inspired
By being with Santa, as nudists', attired.
And long, we'd remember that wonderful sight
When jolly old Santa "took off" in the night!

Roy Schaefer, 1995