I was 16 when I scribed this, based on a true sory too
My Christmas Poem:

There was holly and tinsel, a big Christmas tree,
Turkey and crackers and our family.
All us children were happily playing with toys,
Sindy dolls for the girls, Action men for the boys.
As the last gift was pulled out from under the tree,
and handed across, I thought what can this be?
So I ripped off the paper and pulled of the bow,
what could this gift be, well I just had to know.
Then there in my hands was my Christmas surprise,
'twas a new pair of pants,in a medium size,
printed over the crotch was a message so clear,
it said "if you rub gently, a Genie appears!"



I'd been given a pair of miraculous skids,
I was sure to be envied by all other kids,
a Genie meant wishes, and wishes meant cash,
I should use wishes wisely and not be too rash.
they must have cost millions,
they cant have been cheap,
and I tried them out later when all were asleep.



First I slipped in my left leg, then slipped in my right,
and stood proud in my pants, what a marvelous sight,
on the bed I reclined in my underwear gift,
and I rolled up my little right hand in a fist,
and slowly began gently rubbing away,
hoping my Genie would come out to play.



For roughly a minute i polished my knickers,
until something appeared 'bout the size of a Snickers.
Could this be my Genie just starting to grow?
I carried on rubbing at my down below,
and then suddenly deep within my groinal glove,
came a feeling of happiness,laughter and love,
" here comes my genie " I shouted and cheered,
but a wet sticky patch was but all that appeared.



Laying there on the bed with my moist genitalia,
I thought that my pants were a terrible failure.



But now that I'm older and I'm looking back,
and remembering gifts out of Santa clause sack,
I remember those pants with the message upon,
from my innocent childhood, those days now long gone,
and though I had no Genie,for those pants I give thanks,
as the taught me the joy that can be brought by Christmas.

(I've made a few changes over the years but its basically the same poem)
( Darryn.R, Fri 12 Aug 2005, 10:19, Reply)