‘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
Dear Mr Tudor,
Beautiful put …
The narc …. “the gift that keeps on giving” 🎁
Luv Bubbles xx 🤶🏻🥂
*beautifully
HG
Well done with this piece!
It has a great galloping rhythm to it, and carries the reader along in breathless, angst-ridden tow.
There is a feeling of the Ghost of Christmas Present taking Ebeneezer Scrooge to observe the action, but unable to affect change, hence the angst the reader feels as misfortune befalls our heroine at the hands of the antihero.
I can see the video of this piece, done in comic artwork, like a-ha’s ‘Take On Me’, but with a dash of Roy Lichtenstein, and Bob Kane’s Gotham City.
What do you think?
Can you make it happen for us please?
And the last frame will be a close up of your eyes, a sideways glance of steely determination.
“By reading everything you find
Written by HG”
What do you think?
Ha ha!
You’ve made me happy.
Thank you and that’s an interesting suggestion, I shall ring the bell for the minion and put the wheels in motion.
What a pleasant Christmas chuckle at the stroke of midnight. Tis Christmas a last!! Thanks to my knowledge gain, try as he may in vain, the was year with H G’s words in my head that my narc could not spoil Christmas much to his dread! With not a chink in my armor, wise to his tricks, I kept wrapping and humming, joyfully dodging the kicks.
My wish for this Christmas and those forth to come, is that someday perhaps narcs will not be so glum, and a spark of true joy will enter your hearts and love will dull the sting of your darts.
HG this was awesome!!
Love this, HG….you’re very clever! Haha 🙂 made me smile. Merry Christmas to you, and thank you for all of your posts and e books. It WILL be a Hapoy New Year because of them… all is calm – all is bright for me in 2019 ⭐️
Peace and blessings to you, and all the dear readers too xxx
Hahaha.. very good HG.
Well, at least she had a good night sex. Were do I find me an attractive narc for tonight? I’ll throw him out of the window myself afterwards 😉
I hope you won’t let your family down this year xx
Damn another good one hg
Bravo!! Ovations!! You wonderful bad man!! That gift was fantastic and flawless! Happy narc-free Christmas! And to all a good night!
Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!! Love your rendition of this, HG, so masterfully written!