A Vampire Christmas

Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the land, not a vampire stirred, in the Hightower Clan.

The stockings were hung in the fridge with care, in hopes that St. Nick would soon be there.

My vampires laid all snug in their beds, while visions of sex danced in their heads.

Izzy’s nude and I’m snuggled close, we had just finished up, a massive sex dose.

When out in my city, arouse such a clatter. I rushed to the window to see what was the matter.

In front of my eyes stood a red trembling dude, holding a bag as hard as he could.

“Get out of the cold, you dumb ass old fool, the children await you, not some frozen half ghoul.”

A shot of whiskey thawed out his bones, as he stood and stretched with lots of groans.

With a twinkle in his eyes and a bellowing boom, he sprang out my window and mounted a broom.

“You don’t deserve this big lump of coal, you’re way too sexy and have half your soul.”

I stood in shock, not believing the sight, the jolly old man was a witch in disguise.

Next year, I’ll get him and take a sweet bite, but for now,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”