‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘Twas 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 misteltoe 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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Care to bed me for a night, man whore, um, i mean HG?😉
Kidding of course! Wanted to give you some extra fuel! 😉 Did it work?
I am always concerned abt your fuel levels here, since you spend so much time with us. Thank you HG!💗
Excellent writing HG once again! Do you really leave a woman after a one night stand as pictured in the poem?
Season’s greetings to you and everyone here!
Thank you PANA. Yes I have done so.
In that case, you would be the ‘total whore’ no?
No I’m not, the other person is, naturally.
Lol! Ok fine, man whore?!
HG
With a one night stand do you still have feeling of ownership or connection to her due to having given her the “gift” that is you, or not, because you have put no real investment in? (Other than putting your “gift” actually in her).
We own everything around us, so yes.
Happy Christmas to everyone ! 🙂
Beautifully written, HG. Happy Christmas!
Thank you EB, Merry Christmas to you.
You are a DARK ONE, Mr. Tudor. I hope to see this on stands next x-mas, a book of Narc poetry. A Very Dark Narc Holiday A Book of Prose and Poetry by HG Tudor
A perfect stocking stuffer for the wicked.
Happy December 25th…HG and thank you for your gift.
Merry Christmas 1 jaded.
Wonderfully written HG .
Happy Christmas ! x
Thank you NSS. Merry Christmas !
Gain knowledge, seize power and become narc free. But don’t forget ladies narc includes HG!
Well spoken, punisher!!! Because we can become addicted easily.
Absolutely fantastic! Merry Christmas, HG!
Merry Christmas Laurie.
HG
Do you exchange gifts with your family? I can only imagine how that goes lol. Im kinda feeling for all those with Lessers that will wake to find something off the floor of his car for them under the tree (possibly wrapped if hes feeling fuzzy and if the tree is still standing).
Hi NA, oh yes, that ritual takes place this afternoon.
Try to be nice to your sister and don’t needle her about wearing last year’s fashions! Lol
Ha ha, but that will spoil the fun Clarece!
Did you buy Matrinarc a Donald Trump Chia pet?
Haha ABB,
with orange blossoms on the chia buds lol
Hi NarcAngel,
Hope you are keeping warm up there in Canada in your fur lined unmentionables!! Merry Christmas if you celebrate and if not have an awesome peaceful weekend!!!
NarcAngel, I once got a potholder, a hand vacuum, and a book about walking for exercise. Told narc I didn’t appreciate being told to cook, clean and lose weight. This year I got Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I bought him pistachios. To be fair, we’re broke this year, my narc should have picked a wealthier woman to support him, lol.
Well thats not bad considering what some get lo. I love peanut butter cups. My hubby and I (hes not narc) dont exchange gifts so id have to say im a little jealous right now lol.
As I sit and I ponder on Christmas Eve for the facade I remember so vivid and keen. All the illusive denial I put myself through in the hopes of the granger that never was true. I thank HG his tidings of reason …for it his enlightenment that has set me free!
truly a horrid wretch. Nicely done H.G.
I wish you were not one of them, M. Tudor… 🙁
Love this! Hate this! Fuel for you.
Merry christmas to you HG and all the commenters 🌲🌲🌲🤗💚
Excellent job, Merry Christmas HG and thank you from the bottom of my heart for all you have taught me and my family!
Thank for also for connecting us women with each other!! I’m so greatful for all of the support, laughs, tears and stories we’ve shared with one another. I wish you all, my sisters from others misters, a very merry Christmas, Chanukah, or other celebrations, including the celebration of No Contact!!! 🌲🌲🌲🌲🎄⭐️✨🌜❤️
Merry Christmas and thank you for your continued contributions.
Indy, same to you. I celebrate Santa A.K.A. American Express Platinum.
I do like the togetherness that this holiday brings for some. The Well Wishes. But why can’t this be every day?
I watched the Dolly Parton Special the other night and cracked up the way they kept saying Baby Jesus.
BABY JESUS……………hahahaha Say it again. From the mountains of Tennessee. Love me some Dolly Parton.
Hi AH OH. Im glad Santa was good to you. Agree kindness should be every day. Lol, someone I used to know would shout “sweet baby Jesus” when certain things went her way. Cracked me up every time.
AH OH
I love me some little Dolly too!
I thought of talladega nights, where Will Farrel is praying at the table “dear lord baby Jesus, up in heaven riding your little golden tricycle”! Funny stuff.
Sweet Baby Jesus, hehehe….
Dolly, gosh it’s been ages since I watched her. I always loved how she had such a big wig, chest, heart and voice in a 5 foot tiny body…I bet she could knock the lights outta a butt head!!
💜💜💜 Indy! That was so sweet. Thank you!
LOVE
Have yourself a Merry little Christmas. Thanks for making me smile so much.
Merry Christmas NarcAngel! 💚💚💚
Merry Christmas Love 😊🌲🎄 ❤️💙💜
Hole in the heel 😂 this is the ultimate grinch!!
I giggled at that one…;)
Best. Poem. Ever. 🙂
Bravo! 💙💙💙
Cruel as all get out, but straight up truth!
Brilliant of course. My apologies for my previous inferior offering of this Christmas story-I didnt realize til after, that you had planned to do these each day. To your credit though, you did post mine proving once again you are fair and impartial to what we submit (even if you don’t like it). It’s probably one of the 5 rules, but since it’s Christmas I choose to believe it’s something (or someone) else.
You saved the best for last HG!!!!
I love the original but now I have a visual on what your plans are for tonight.
Thanks for all the Christmas songs and that rendition.
Have you shared any of these with the good doctors? They should be impressed.