Happy Holidays

With all due respect and apologies to Clement Clarke Moore for his beloved poem "A Visit from St. Nicholas" the following is for all you Aneros Elves.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a spouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that a 'Eupho' would soon appear there.

The grown-ups were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of 'Vice's danced in their heads.
And mamma with her 'Evi', and I with 'Helix',
Had just settled in for a long bout of sex.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the aura of orgasm to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles with massagers he came,
And he moaned, he groaned, and called them by name!

"Now MGX! now, Vice! now, Progasm and Maximus!
On, Tempo! On, Peridise! on, on Helix and Eupho!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now ride away! Ride away! Ride on them all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an orgasm, flow to the sky.
So up to the house-top the massagers they flew,
With the sleigh full of O's, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I felt in my ass
The passing of a little Christmas gas.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nick came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke 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 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 gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a sigh,
And away they all rode with a stroke to his thigh.
But I heard him exclaim, with bliss and great pride,
"Orgasms for all, and for all a good-ride!"

Yeah I know it's corny but just the same, Merry Christmas to all my fellow Anerosians.

Good Vibes to You !