The Night Before Christmas
It was the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
A narc started scheming
With a click of his mouse
The stockings all hung
With a hole in the heel
Emptied of presents
How low they would feel
The children were nestled
All safe in a bed
But it was not their happiness
That was in the narc’s head
And mom sobbing quietly
As the narc sought his fuel
His words had been caustic
And his actions so cruel
When out on the net
The narc did surf wide
Seeking the playmates
To make him powerful inside
Away to the dating site
He flies in a flash
Creating false profiles
Using someone else’s cash
The moon’s light from the window
Did highlight his mask
As he lied and he boasted
Obsessed by his task
When what to his wandering eyes
Should suddenly appear
But a fresh victim
Who was deliciously near
With a click of the mouse
And the charm running high
He opened his trap
And sent lie after lie
More rapid than eagles
Did his tendrils uncoil
Snaking about her
Dripping with oil
So dashing
And charming
So swift
Began the dance
She was dazzled
Beholden
Enchanted
She stood not a chance
A red flag was flying
From a flagpole tall
Yet she was mesmerised
Taken in by it all
Yes it was late
But how about a beer
He would love to meet her
He knew she was near
So off to the bar
His victim did go
Intrigued and excited
As she strode through the snow
And then in a twinkling
She had a miseltoe kiss
What a marvellous present
It was too good to miss
And there in her head
Which was spinning around
She ignored the alarm bells
Which were beginning to sound
He gave her his fur
As he walked her back home
And there on the porch
His hands did they roam
I know it seems sudden
And I know it is late
But I have to tell you
That you’re my soulmate
She smiled and she gasped
Her heart all alight
As the harpoon hit its target
And her chest did feel tight
She took him inside
And he took her all night
A perfect coupling
It all felt so right
You are amazing
It barely seems true
But I think that I
Have fallen for you
She gazed in his eyes
For he was perfect
And basked in the love
That he did reflect
I will always protect you
He said as she dozed
Her mouth started smiling
As her eyes remained closed
Hours later she woke
The room bore a chill
The window flung open
Boot marks on the cill
She stood at the window
Her mouth open wide
As she recalled with a thrill
And such excitement inside
The mysterious stranger
Who came from nowhere
Who embraced her neck
And showed her such care
Her heart it beat faster
She wanted him so
She would soon see him
Of that she did know
With heart now on fire
And the hooks sunk in deep
She retired still smiling
To catch up on her sleep
Across town the narc was rising
His seeds had been sown
And the day’s first message
Arrived on his phone
He heard the first cries
From down below stair
About vanished presents
Such howls of despair
The narc walked to the mirror
And gave it a grin
For his schemes were now working
He was reeling them in
Already the day
Had started so well
And the ruined Christmas fayre
Would continue the hell
No laughter, no smiles
No pleasure or joy,
He smirked at the thought
Of the next broken toy
His planning bore fruit
The new prey now secure
The hopes of his family
Would soon hit the floor
A day of turmoil
Of drama and regret
With a fresh willing victim
How good would it get?
He smiled at the mirror
And there stared the ghoul
But our narc cared not one iota
He was getting his fuel
So if your night before Christmas
Sounds similar to this tale
You know what to do
And you must not now fail
Gain knowledge, seize power
And become narc free
By reading everything you find
Written by HG
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This poem is FANTASTIC!
You shoud write more poems!
Thank you
HG I love it. The worst fight I ever had with my ex was on Christmas eve night.
You scheming cad… I see what you did there.
“Gain knowledge, seize power
And become narc free
By reading everything you find
Written by HG”
Shall I follow Your own advice ?
why do You show world how You enjoy amd prefer the negative fuel more than positive?
I show the world this to be the case so that people understand and can apply it to their own circumstances.
You just haven’t met any of us yet…
I’m finding your posts insightful. The portrait you are painting fits very much with the person I considered my soul mate. I ended the relationship 4 years ago feeling something was amiss and over time and much research, I’ve only come across your blog in the few weeks, I am reaching the conclusion he is a narc.
My understanding is that once a narc always a narc, so may I ask why would you want to educate potential fuel sources for your kind, in ways of protecting ourselves against further abuse?
Hi Jax55, I am not going to meet any of you and the information I provide and the responses gives me fuel in itself. I like writing and it is upto the readers what they do with the information, if they find it useful, so be it. I am pleased you find the blog insightful.
Thank you. Yes that makes sense. I thought that there would be a fuel source for you here one way or the other.
I’ve downloaded “Evil” on to my Kindle, I suspect I will find the reading of it illuminating.
I look forward to your comments on Evil.
By the way HG I happened to mention your blog in my latest blog post “The other side/voices of narcissists”, I hope you don’t mind, I got the impression that it was ok with you. Cheers 👍
Quite alright.I have just been reading it actually. Thank you for the mention and the kind words. I have been entertained by some of the comments.I do appreciate you spreading the word for the most valid of reasons.
As with everything I’ve been reading of yours, very enlightening and well written. Thanks for sharing HG.
Hi Sheila, thank you and you are welcome.
Good good good like everything you write … My xmas was not like that but the more I read you the more I feel I have to scape… It all lost the magic… When I am with him I find myself asking myself what is manufactured and what is real.., was there ever something real?? By reading you the answer tells me that no.. But it seemed so real… So perfectly real…
I will now buy scape…..
The thief comes only to steal, kill and destroy.
So seductive yet so true…as a teen I was obsessed with vampires….all I wanted was one to bite and leave…never suck me dry and watch me beg for more. Over the years it has made me stronger but not strong enough to resist the charm, the whirlwind romance or the fight to keep them mine. Now all I want is the choice to choose when I am suckled and drained. At least I will have control. By the way I hope you drive a manual….
So dark. Evil. So well-written.
I can’t wrap my head around being so cruel at Christmas.
It helps me understand the mindset.
My ex vanished at Christmas in 2007. So cruel. I forgave him though because I reasoned that he was feeling down with the passing of his father a few months before. He said he was hunting. I have to laugh at that. He may have been hunting, but not for the four-legged kind.
You will be right about the hunting.
Pretty powerful post HG but so glad you brought some positive advice at the end.
My husband’s N mum invited us for Christmas one year. When we arrived she put her coat on, told us the presents were under the tree and that she was off to the pub and to make sure we cleaned up before we left !
Lucky we had each other to laugh about it.
Yep. My narc couldn’t wait until the presents had been opened so he could go play golf or drive across town to be with his fucking parents. Ah….the importance of family. I just always thought it should be the family WE created who took precedence. Stupid me. That’s what I got for thinking….all those years.
Pretty good poem, by the way.
Thanks Laurel
Please HG do not be the Grinch. I will write a quick Christmas “poem” just for you☺ ; “I know your heart is in there, (somewhere).🙋 Try something different this year; Christmas joy and cheer!” Happy Holidays! I am so happy and joyful today that nothing could bring me down right now, not even the narc, now how about that, huh? 😄💜🎄🎁🎅⛄ Hugs.
Sounds like a typical narc any day not just Christmas.
My ex never spent Christmas with me properly always opted to work or say he doesn’t like Christmas and he’s best left alone. I always made allowances that his sons mother left just after Christmas and his parents said he was very down after that and it made him worse! Thought you didn’t feel like that ??
F@&k me that was good!
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