'Twas the Night Before Christmas

[Longhorn85]

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all at Elite were resting from their workouts and ready to eat. The protein and carbs were measured with care in the hopes that next summer their bodies they could bare.

The women of elite were all snug in their beds while visions of vibrators danced in their heads.

And momma in her nightie and I hangin’ loose we had just settled down for some good knockin’ boots. When out in the den there arose such a clatter I sprang from my wife to see what was the matter.

Away to the computer I flew like a flash, opened explorer, and then again when it crashed. I clicked on Elite and it was openin’ up slow but it looked real good as my monitor glowed.

When what to my wonderin’ eyes did appear, a few pm’s and 7 members still here with a little ol’ guy so lively and thin, I knew in a minute in must be Spellwin.

Faster than broadband the members came and I whistled as he shouted and he called them by name: On dayna, on Raina, on NorthN and Vixen, Cum Gymgurl, cum Seashell and 38 with ‘em. From your wallets and purses I want you try, to platinum, platinum, platinum buy!

And then came the tinkle I heard on the roof. No-I’ve pissed on my leg like an excitable youth. As I cleaned up my leg and was turning around, down the chimney George Spellwin, came with a bound.

Dressed in Under Armour from his head to his foot, but his clothes were all tarnished, with ashes and soot. A bundle of sex toys he had on his back and he looked like a predator ready to attack.

His eyes how they twinkled, his body not hairy his ass cheeks were rosy from the frosty airy. The bulge in his pants was starting to show and it said to the world “I’m ready to go!”

He had a broad ass and a little round belly that SHOOK! Like a bowl full of jelly. He sat on my couch a right jolly old elf and I laughed as I saw him play with himself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon let me know I should have stayed in bed. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, and he filled all the stockings as he started to jerk. Then putting his junk back into his clothes, and giving a nod up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his ride to the gals gave a whistle, and who could really blame him those are some fine ass bizzizles.

Then I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight…

Merry Christmas Elite…and Good Night!

 

[Never Been a Member (NBM)]

brown nose.

 

[WODIN]

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

Hooya!

 

[Longhorn85]

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

Hooya!

I read this every year. Never has it meant more.

 

[PHATchik]

I read the first and had to laugh. Then I read the second, and although it is not the first time I have seen it, I admire it as much now as I did the first time. So thank you both. One for a laugh that I sincerely needed today, and the other for a hell of a post that needed to be made.

 

[Longhorn85]

brown nose.

Think so? I figured I'd be banned by now.

 

[Pamela]

You guys are great!!


Merry Christmas