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Originally Posted by mmcqtx
The Night After Christmas
'Twas the night after Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except the computer mouse;
Her stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that some hobbyist soon would be there;
Other providers were all snug in their beds,
While visions of Sugar Daddies danced in their heads;
Then on her computer there was such a PM clatter,
She clicked on it twice to see what was the matter.
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But an unknown user and eight offers to buy her a beer,
With her old computer drive, not lively or quick
She knew after minutes this was the same old schtick.
More rapid than eagles her telephone rang
"Hey baby" "Hi honey" "what's up?" they sang
"Stop calling here, you're just a kid that's all!
Now dash away! dash away! I hate a crank call!"
As she almost gave up, the night turned around,
Her favorite regular called and was back in town.
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 when she showed him her cherry!
A wink of his eye and she twisted his head
Soon he gave her more than she'd ever been fed
He spoke not a word but went straight to work
And filled up her stocking then turned for a jerk,
And playing a finger aside her rose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his feet and gave her a whistle,
And away "they" all flew, he went down with a bristle
But she heard him exclaim as he layed the money down out of sight
HAPPY HOBBYING TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!
(forgive the sacrilege, all in fun)
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OMG, that is just toooooo cute! Very talented there, sweetheart!
