Fran's tips for Christmas cooking
 

Well that's someyhing i nolonger have to worry about as i nolonger have anything dangling down there to get the ovendoor slamed on

:lol: Jerseygirl Jen

I can be the Christmas turkey and Fran can shove me full of her "stuffing"...

There is almost nothing like sitting in front of a warm fireplace sipping either a cup of hot cocoa or a glass of hot apple cider. Sitting with someone you love makes it even better.:cool:

Just be careful to not let any of the hot apple cider/cocoa drip onto any exposed flesh. It might burn a tad.;)

Pastries, pasties, and panties, Fran.

LOL great post

That is true! There are edible ones out there now!;):cool:

lol @ thread :P

Hey, what are you guys gonna do this christmas eve? and the next day :P

Working.:(

Nice post Fran. :)

Tranny Claus
 

From Vicki's Vault

"Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house

I was making my plans to look more like my spouse

I carefully laid out my very best clothes

My bra and my panties, my skirt and my hose


My stockings weren't hung by the chimney that night

They were on me instead, feeling sensually tight

My dress was of velvet, a burgundy red

And on my long nails a new polish was spread


With make-up and jewellery, high heels on my feet

I was looking so sexy and feeling so sweet

When out in the yard there arose such a noise

That I sprang from my bedroom, forgetting my poise


The moon on the snow with its brilliant white glitter

Reminiscent of lace set my heart all a-twitter

When what to my long-lashed eyes should appear

But a person in red with a sleigh and reindeer


But I could not tell if a 'he' or a 'she'

The one on the sled was dressed somewhat like me

There in the sleigh was this gentle old flirt

With a white wig and make-up, a red blouse and skirt


The reindeer were sparkling, with rhinestones and pearls

With their antlers in ribbons, they all looked like girls

When (s)he stepped from the sleigh, to my eyes were revealed

Some knee-high black boots with their seven-inch heels


Santa just blushed, but I stood there and smiled

And said, "Hello, my dear, can you stay for a while?"

"Well you finally caught me", (s)he said with a pout

"At this time on Christmas, folks are seldom about."


"I don't go en femme very often at home,

"Mrs Claus doesn't like it, so I do it alone.

"And when I give goodies to make others smile

"I like to feel pretty and femme for a while."


"So I ride off dressed up, from my high heels to wig,

"On Christmas Eve night while I'm doing my gig."

I said, "Don't worry Santa, your secret is safe

"Why don't you come in and just freshen your face?"


We sat and we talked and we vented our passion

For feminine frills and the latest new fashions

We finally parted with a hug and a kiss

(S)he said, "I must go now, or some children I'll miss"


I went to my party and had a great time

With music and laughter and good food and wine

But when I returned and looked under my tree

I found some new pretties from sweet Santa to me


Lacy panties, a bra and a soft satin blouse

Perfume and candles to light up my house

But it wasn't the goodies that lifted my blues

It was knowing that Santa was a cross-dresser too


So next time don't judge all the people you meet

By what they are wearing when out on the street

For in being oneself, there is no 'wrong or right'

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night"

I always wonder which list I would end up on....;):innocent:

Lets all take a nice sweet tranny home for the holidays:yes::hug:

A Christmas ditty
 

To the familiar tune of "White Christmas":

I'm hoping for my dream Christmas

Unlike the ones I've ever known.

Where I will tingle from balls that jingle

On special gurls that make me moan.


I'm hoping for my dream Christmas

Where there's a surprise in every box.
With a bulging beauty, who does her duty,
And let's me celebrate her cock.

I'm hoping for my dream Christmas

And it is coming up so fast.
May the pleasantries be unsurpassed,
And my present take me in my ass.

There is a little ditty that goes "little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice". So how about "trannys are nice, full of spice and boys want to kiss them thrice". ;):inlove:

Yes trannys are so "up lifting";)

XXXmas cookies
 

Jose Cuervo Christmas Cookies

This is so funny, read to the end!

1 cup of water
1 tsp baking soda
1 cup of sugar
1 tsp salt
1 cup or brown sugar
4 large eggs
1 cup nuts
2 cups of dried fruit
1 bottle Jose Cuervo Tequila


Sample the Cuervo to check quality. Take a large bowl,
check the Cuervo again, to be sure it is of the highest quality,
pour one level cup and drink.

Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter
in a large fluffy bowl.


Add one peastoon of sugar. Beat again. At this point
it's best to make sure the Cuervo is still ok, try another
cup just in case.

Turn off the mixerer thingy.

Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup
of dried fruit.

Pick the frigging fruit off the floor.

Mix on the turner.


If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaters just pry
it loose with a drewscriver.

Sample the Cuervo to check for tonsisticity.

Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Who geeves
a sheet. Check the Jose Cuervo. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.

Add one table.

Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can
find.

Greash the oven.

Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall
over.

Don't forget to beat off the turner.


Finally, throw the bowl through the window, finish the
Cose Juervo and make sure to put the stove in the wishdasher.
Cherry Mistmas ! ;):lol:

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Thank you Fran!:hug:

Speak for yourself. I do most of my cooking naked.

I seem to be gravitating towards bliss.;):)