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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
not a person was giggling, not even my spouse.
With stockings covering her feet, in her mind not a care,
she had no idea my fingers would soon be there.
Her toes were all nestled all snug in the threads
while visions of wiggling fingers danced in my head.
And her in her chair, and I on the couch
I wondered if I tickled her if she'd become a grouch.
When suddenly in the air there arose such a giggle
I sprang across the room at her, I just had to tickle.
Away with the stockings I pulled as she thrashed
please don't she giggled, please don't tickle she gasped.
Her body wiggled and loudly she laughed,
I scraped and jiggled my fingers as I practiced my craft.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but exposed ribs to tickle and a tummy so near.
With a little old finger, so lively and quick,
I poked at her ribs, it was really a kick.
More quickly I kneaded as I further took aim
her giggles grew louder as I pursued our game:
Now ribs! Now tummy!
Now armpits and titties!
On, knees! On, thighs!
On, soles! On, toes all wiggley!
To the top of the arch!
To the top of the toes!
Now laugh away! Laugh away!
Laugh away all!
And then, through the squeaking, I heard her cry,
If you don't stop this tickling I surely will die.
As I drew my finger while turning around
I hit a really good spot and she wiggled to the ground.
Her eyes how they watered, Her face how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her neck red as a cherry
Her little mouth was drawn up with a smile, gasping for air
I let her rest for a while.
She was sweaty and red, a very tired wife.
I had never tickled her like this before, not ever in my life.
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
soon gave me to know I had to take her to bed.
I spoke not a word, but took her straight up the stair,
I tied and bound her, she could only move her head after my care.
And laying a finger on the sole of her foot, she squeaked with a
jerk, I continued to tickle, I continued to work.
She squirmed and she giggled and sometimes yelled out in fright,
I found all the ticklish spots through the rest of the night.
As I heard her exclaim loudly I continued with delight,
Tickle me, Tickle me, for the rest of this night
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
not a person was giggling, not even my spouse.
With stockings covering her feet, in her mind not a care,
she had no idea my fingers would soon be there.
Her toes were all nestled all snug in the threads
while visions of wiggling fingers danced in my head.
And her in her chair, and I on the couch
I wondered if I tickled her if she'd become a grouch.
When suddenly in the air there arose such a giggle
I sprang across the room at her, I just had to tickle.
Away with the stockings I pulled as she thrashed
please don't she giggled, please don't tickle she gasped.
Her body wiggled and loudly she laughed,
I scraped and jiggled my fingers as I practiced my craft.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but exposed ribs to tickle and a tummy so near.
With a little old finger, so lively and quick,
I poked at her ribs, it was really a kick.
More quickly I kneaded as I further took aim
her giggles grew louder as I pursued our game:
Now ribs! Now tummy!
Now armpits and titties!
On, knees! On, thighs!
On, soles! On, toes all wiggley!
To the top of the arch!
To the top of the toes!
Now laugh away! Laugh away!
Laugh away all!
And then, through the squeaking, I heard her cry,
If you don't stop this tickling I surely will die.
As I drew my finger while turning around
I hit a really good spot and she wiggled to the ground.
Her eyes how they watered, Her face how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her neck red as a cherry
Her little mouth was drawn up with a smile, gasping for air
I let her rest for a while.
She was sweaty and red, a very tired wife.
I had never tickled her like this before, not ever in my life.
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
soon gave me to know I had to take her to bed.
I spoke not a word, but took her straight up the stair,
I tied and bound her, she could only move her head after my care.
And laying a finger on the sole of her foot, she squeaked with a
jerk, I continued to tickle, I continued to work.
She squirmed and she giggled and sometimes yelled out in fright,
I found all the ticklish spots through the rest of the night.
As I heard her exclaim loudly I continued with delight,
Tickle me, Tickle me, for the rest of this night
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