Christmas Party Poem Composed From a List of Words

Santa came with me one night,
while a cold winter moon was frozen in the wky.
His kisses tasted like candy, as his bear
beard tickled me nice. He spread me
into a star and ate my coal
colored hole until it opened into a halo.
The neighbor was singing Jesus carols
out my window, on the street, as he bowed
my ass and slipped his icicle
underneath. And, with family close
by, he clattered his sack across my back,
digging into shadows, glamoring the dark.
His fingers moved to jerk my string
vigorously, but I dripped and decorated
my flavorful mirth onto the bedspread,
and he gifted me with naughty milk
at the base of my chimney,
which he cleaned with gold stockings.
Then he picked up his boots
and left in a way you wouldn't expect:
out the door, instead of the hearth, he went.