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T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Was a thick cheesy stench that could choke out a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
As their stale, sour odours polluted the air.
Their owners all snored softly, slow breaths from their nose
As they savoured the fumes that waft from their toes.
There weren’t many folks who could stand such a funk,
Of the six different foot scents from six different skunks.
The skunkbun named Oli, his socks were so worn,
That from just one small whiff, a headache is born.
His foot stench was brutal, it filled most with fear,
It’d help if his socks were change more than once a year.
The skunk-pattern socks whose stench was a groaner,
Had been lovingly worn by Skunky, their owner.
Their mustelid pattern was a true perfect fit,
Even if their reek makes you faint for a bit.
The mistletoe socks had been seasoned by Vlad,
Who’s lack of socks usually made his feet extra bad.
The socks are the exception, a holiday treat;
They were warm, held stench well and tickled his feet.
Samson’s was next and his socks were so ripe,
To the unprepared nose, they were a serious gripe.
Don’t let the look fool you, those puddings aren’t fresh,
After just a few sniffs, you’ll be struggling for breath.
Another barefooter, Richard’s ripe soles,
Routinely filled any of his sock with big holes.
These snowflake ones though were so cozy and thick,
That they held up quite nicely, although the smell made most sick.
Jovial’s socks held an aroma quite heady,
That could easily overwhelm those who weren’t ready.
The chubby skunk cooed as he slept through the night,
And dreamt of his boyfriend who’d treat his feet right.
All six slept peacefully, in varied sleep poses,
Having wonderful dreams of wrinkling noses.
But little did they know as they rolled in their sleep,
Through the tear-jerking fog, poor Santa did creep.
He spoke not a word, nor breathed through his nose,
As he fought through the stench as the thick fumes arose.
One hand to his face, one hand on his sack...,
Actually, that line sounds lewd; I’ll take that one back. 😅
The presents were already under the tree,
But filling the stockings, that’d be challenging for thee.
He reached in his bag and with a slight THUNK,
Pulled out octuple-strength Odor Eaters, one for each skunk.
Santa let out a sigh and then went straight to work,
But when he got closer, he recoiled with a jerk.
And using both hands, protecting his nose,
Santa’s eyes rolled back.... THUMP! On the floor he goes.
T’was the night before Christmas and because of our paws,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Santa Claus.
An hour, 2 hours, almost 3 hours go by,
Until Santa sat up with tears in his eye.
He fought through the stench and dunked the soles in,
As the fumes from the stockings made his head spin.
Blindly grasping his bag, nearly falling on his ass,
Santa leapt through the window and shattered the glass.
The alarm started blaring, no longer discreet,
As Santa Claus cursed as he got to his feet.
He whistled for the reindeer as they rose to the sky,
And jumped on the sleigh as it began to cruise by.
The screeching alarm was making such a noise,
That it effortlessly woke up all the skunk boys.
We rushed to the room and observed the chaos,
“Was it a burglar?” “Nah, no gifts were lost...”
As the mustelids stood in the now-breezy room,
While the air was now breathable, not tainted with fumes.
The tiniest jingle of pure silver bells,
Drew the attention of Skunky even more than the smells.
He went out the door, slippers covered his feet,
As he glanced up and down, even above the street.
The chill winter air, the new-fallen snow,
It was too cold to be outside in boxers, you know.
His ears perked up as he was heading inside,
And as he glanced up once more, he finally spied...
The unmistakable shape of a sleigh in the sky,
Being pulled by 8 reindeer with a magical guy.
Skunky’s eyes twinkled as he ran back inside,
To tell the others what he just witnessed tonight.
No one heard Nick complain as he drove out of sight,
“Maybe next year those skunks’ feet won’t be so ripe...”
————————
Merry Christmas, everyone!!! 🎄🎄🎄 Hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season so far! 😁
I got this lovely Christmas commission from
TheFluffyRedSkunk featuring the reeking stockings of 
Stinky Skunky, myself, 
Crassus’s Vlad, TheFluffyRedSkunk’s Samson, 
Jan And Friends’s Richard and 
Jovial all hanging our funky stockings with great care, oblivious to how badly we’re polluting the air... 😅 Thank you so much for this cute pic, Stuart. 😊
Artist/Samson: TheFluffyRedSkunk
Jovial: Jovial
Vlad: Crassus
Richard: Jan And Friends
Oli: Stinky Skunky
Skunky:
psycoskunk420
Don’t forget to Fave the Original!
Was a thick cheesy stench that could choke out a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
As their stale, sour odours polluted the air.
Their owners all snored softly, slow breaths from their nose
As they savoured the fumes that waft from their toes.
There weren’t many folks who could stand such a funk,
Of the six different foot scents from six different skunks.
The skunkbun named Oli, his socks were so worn,
That from just one small whiff, a headache is born.
His foot stench was brutal, it filled most with fear,
It’d help if his socks were change more than once a year.
The skunk-pattern socks whose stench was a groaner,
Had been lovingly worn by Skunky, their owner.
Their mustelid pattern was a true perfect fit,
Even if their reek makes you faint for a bit.
The mistletoe socks had been seasoned by Vlad,
Who’s lack of socks usually made his feet extra bad.
The socks are the exception, a holiday treat;
They were warm, held stench well and tickled his feet.
Samson’s was next and his socks were so ripe,
To the unprepared nose, they were a serious gripe.
Don’t let the look fool you, those puddings aren’t fresh,
After just a few sniffs, you’ll be struggling for breath.
Another barefooter, Richard’s ripe soles,
Routinely filled any of his sock with big holes.
These snowflake ones though were so cozy and thick,
That they held up quite nicely, although the smell made most sick.
Jovial’s socks held an aroma quite heady,
That could easily overwhelm those who weren’t ready.
The chubby skunk cooed as he slept through the night,
And dreamt of his boyfriend who’d treat his feet right.
All six slept peacefully, in varied sleep poses,
Having wonderful dreams of wrinkling noses.
But little did they know as they rolled in their sleep,
Through the tear-jerking fog, poor Santa did creep.
He spoke not a word, nor breathed through his nose,
As he fought through the stench as the thick fumes arose.
One hand to his face, one hand on his sack...,
Actually, that line sounds lewd; I’ll take that one back. 😅
The presents were already under the tree,
But filling the stockings, that’d be challenging for thee.
He reached in his bag and with a slight THUNK,
Pulled out octuple-strength Odor Eaters, one for each skunk.
Santa let out a sigh and then went straight to work,
But when he got closer, he recoiled with a jerk.
And using both hands, protecting his nose,
Santa’s eyes rolled back.... THUMP! On the floor he goes.
T’was the night before Christmas and because of our paws,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Santa Claus.
An hour, 2 hours, almost 3 hours go by,
Until Santa sat up with tears in his eye.
He fought through the stench and dunked the soles in,
As the fumes from the stockings made his head spin.
Blindly grasping his bag, nearly falling on his ass,
Santa leapt through the window and shattered the glass.
The alarm started blaring, no longer discreet,
As Santa Claus cursed as he got to his feet.
He whistled for the reindeer as they rose to the sky,
And jumped on the sleigh as it began to cruise by.
The screeching alarm was making such a noise,
That it effortlessly woke up all the skunk boys.
We rushed to the room and observed the chaos,
“Was it a burglar?” “Nah, no gifts were lost...”
As the mustelids stood in the now-breezy room,
While the air was now breathable, not tainted with fumes.
The tiniest jingle of pure silver bells,
Drew the attention of Skunky even more than the smells.
He went out the door, slippers covered his feet,
As he glanced up and down, even above the street.
The chill winter air, the new-fallen snow,
It was too cold to be outside in boxers, you know.
His ears perked up as he was heading inside,
And as he glanced up once more, he finally spied...
The unmistakable shape of a sleigh in the sky,
Being pulled by 8 reindeer with a magical guy.
Skunky’s eyes twinkled as he ran back inside,
To tell the others what he just witnessed tonight.
No one heard Nick complain as he drove out of sight,
“Maybe next year those skunks’ feet won’t be so ripe...”
————————
Merry Christmas, everyone!!! 🎄🎄🎄 Hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season so far! 😁
I got this lovely Christmas commission from
TheFluffyRedSkunk featuring the reeking stockings of 
Stinky Skunky, myself, 
Crassus’s Vlad, TheFluffyRedSkunk’s Samson, 
Jan And Friends’s Richard and 
Jovial all hanging our funky stockings with great care, oblivious to how badly we’re polluting the air... 😅 Thank you so much for this cute pic, Stuart. 😊Artist/Samson:
TheFluffyRedSkunkJovial:
JovialVlad:
CrassusRichard:
Jan And FriendsOli:
Stinky SkunkySkunky:
psycoskunk420Don’t forget to Fave the Original!
Category All / Paw
Species Skunk
Size 1280 x 1087px
File Size 861.7 kB
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