Twas the Night Before Christmas:
Cocky & Rude Style
by Clement C. Moore & Mikey
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the blogs
Not a commenter was stirring, not even a Michelle.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Polt soon would be there.
The bloggers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of hot boys danced in their heads.
And Adam in his boxers, and Mikey in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the net there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the computer I flew like a flash,
Clicked open the browser and threw up the scroll.
The cum on the back of the freshly-used twink,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects methink.
When, what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and nine tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so horny and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Polt.
More rapid than Jo$hr!co his bloggers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now FDot! now, Mel! now, Mush, VUBOQ and Craig!
On, Paul! On, John! on Tam and Ryan with the cupcake!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As torn clothes that before the wild orgy fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the bloggers they flew,
With the sleigh full of sex toys, and St. Polt too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down my chimney St. Polt came with a bound.
He was dressed all in purple, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a porn star, whipping out his sack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His butt cheeks were like roses, his nipples like cherries!
His cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a dildo he held tight in his teeth,
And the lube it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of petroleum jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let me know that I had to get him to bed.
He spoke not a word, but went gayly to his work,
And filled all the comment boxes, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his penis aside of my nose,
And giving a nod, up my 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,
“Cocky Christmas to all, and to all a Rude-night!”