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'Twas three weeks before Christmas, and Organ House
Was gathered together again to get soused
Their stockings pulled up to their crotch with some care
In hopes that Saint Horowitz would be between there
Like children they’re rushing for just the right bed,
with visions of booty bouncing around their head
And Mack’s feeling salty, David, feeling like crap
They had just snuck off into the back for a nap
When out on the dance floor, oh fuck, what a clatter
Like a clown car of ferrets fucking the mad Hatter
As David was running he just happened to flash
Jason and the three women entertained by his ass
When what to his wondering eyes should appear
but a perfect buffet of the gloriously queer
At the head of the pack, with a fabulous dick,
a man who could only be the one called St. Nick
As his posse writhed and shouted and came,
He whistled and shouted and called them by name
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!”
And laying his finger inside of his nose,
and giving a nod, all his people then rose
He sprang to his feet, to his team gave the whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, ere he danced out of sight
Meowy Christmas to all, and stay up all night!
Come dressed in your best cat- or holiday-inspired attire!  

BYOEggnog

We can’t sell or provide alcohol to any cat, no matter how fluffy! So make sure to bring your own festive beverages. We'll have bartenders on hand to pour them into saucers for you.

All we want for Christmas is more kittens

Send new guests to www.organhouse.org/apply. You should know your referrals well, trust them in an intimate setting, and plan to attend their first event with them.  

Consent culture

Everyone who wants to rock around our Christmas tree is expected to exemplify our community’s consent culture.