'twas the night before christmas...
Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 12:45 am
This is a poem that I have created from the original "'twas the night before christmas..."
hope you all enjoy.. Merry Christmas!
Baby Glen
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Baby Glen was hidden under the stairs,
Hoping to see Mommy in her Underwear;
While most children were snug in their beds,
Baby Glen had visions of Mommy swirling in his head.
And when Mommy in her stockings snuck into the room,
Baby Glen thought his heart would go boom…
When all of a sudden Santa appeared from the Kitchen,
And said “ma’am you look absolutely Bitch’in”
Mommy turned to him in a flash,
Tore open her nightie and threw down the sash.
The moon on her breast that looked like new-fallen snow
Gave lustful thoughts to the boy hidden below.
Ever so slowly Mommy rolled down her stocking
All the while I started rocking.
Santa‘s breath had become naught,
For he was trying to fight cumming in his short…s;
Slowly Mommy moved to him and removed his pants,
While Santa tried to rush as if someone had filled them with ants.
His member stood so proud,
By this time he was puffing so very loud.
She brushed a stocking over his willy,
And then he began to shout things so silly!
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
Suddenly Mommy’s stocking was filled,
But not with what most kiddies would have willed.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
Was now shaking like a bowlful of jelly.
He gave Mommy a big kiss,
And thanked her and said this was a house he would never miss!
He pulled up his pants; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
hope you all enjoy.. Merry Christmas!
Baby Glen
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Baby Glen was hidden under the stairs,
Hoping to see Mommy in her Underwear;
While most children were snug in their beds,
Baby Glen had visions of Mommy swirling in his head.
And when Mommy in her stockings snuck into the room,
Baby Glen thought his heart would go boom…
When all of a sudden Santa appeared from the Kitchen,
And said “ma’am you look absolutely Bitch’in”
Mommy turned to him in a flash,
Tore open her nightie and threw down the sash.
The moon on her breast that looked like new-fallen snow
Gave lustful thoughts to the boy hidden below.
Ever so slowly Mommy rolled down her stocking
All the while I started rocking.
Santa‘s breath had become naught,
For he was trying to fight cumming in his short…s;
Slowly Mommy moved to him and removed his pants,
While Santa tried to rush as if someone had filled them with ants.
His member stood so proud,
By this time he was puffing so very loud.
She brushed a stocking over his willy,
And then he began to shout things so silly!
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
Suddenly Mommy’s stocking was filled,
But not with what most kiddies would have willed.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
Was now shaking like a bowlful of jelly.
He gave Mommy a big kiss,
And thanked her and said this was a house he would never miss!
He pulled up his pants; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
What a great twist on a classic.