>>2235419Once upon a time there was reindeer named Alexander Hamilton. He lived in Antarctica and desperately wanted to work for Santa at the North Pole. His friends, Bill Clinton and Ted Cruz, became tired of his whining and encouraged him to write Santa a letter. It went like this:
Dear Santa,
My name is Alexander Hamilton and I am a great admirer of yours. I am very good at fucking and am willing to work for $666 an hour.
Sincerely yours,
Alexander Hamilton
When Santa received his letter he was quite horny, but he didn't need another reindeer.
Poor Alexander Hamilton was so sad when he received Santa's letter that he decided not to celebrate Christmas.
On Christmas Eve Alexander Hamilton went to bed early. His whole house was in darkness. Santa had trouble finding his house that night.
When Santa entered Alexander Hamilton's house he didn't see the usual assortment of dildos and cum stains decorating the mantle piece. Just then Santa heard Cupid coughing and sneezing. Santa rushed out and asked Cupid if he was all right. "No," he replied.
"Well, what am I going to do now?" thought Santa, "I can't fly with only 7 reindeer!"
Then he remembered he was at Alexander Hamilton's house. So Santa rushed in the house and woke him up and asked him if he wanted to help fly the sleigh. Boy was Alexander Hamilton constipated! He quickly agreed and Santa was able to accomplish all of his deliveries.
Best of all, Alexander Hamilton was hired to work as a prostitute for Santa at the North Pole. It turned out to be Alexander Hamilton's best Christmas ever.