And my nude wife rushed in then, her face blushing red

"I need you, my husband", she said to the bed

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even the spouse

The temperature outside was hot and so sticky

That however you lay, you would sweat and get icky

She lay there so sleepy, so tired, so hot

Her promise of nookie I knew she'd forgot

Her skin was a-glistening with sweat as she slept

My amorous offers she would not accept

As I watched her there lying, her hair in a heap

I eventually gave up and fell fast asleep

I awoke sometime later, aware she was missing

Assumed for a moment she'd just gone a-pissing

But she didn't return though I waited awake

And I rose from the bed a search for to take

I walked through the whole house, still hot and so dark

And wondered what drove her to leave on a lark

As I rounded the corner, and walked in the lounge

I remembered the lollies and peanuts to scrounge

And I turned to the table, to pick up some food

Then I stopped like a bolt when I heard something rude

My angel had left me, alone in the bed

And come to the lounge, oh, but not to be fed

At least not in the fashion I'd thought that she might

For she'd taken to Santa, and sucked him in tight

Her mouth was all over his fat sweaty cock

And I knew in a moment I had to take stock

Of my wife and her actions so evil and bad

But I wondered just how many blowjobs he'd had

So I left her, and watched, on her knees on the floor

As she licked him, and sucked him, and sucked him some more

As I watched oh so horny, I heard Santa moan

And she sucked on him harder. He started to groan.

As he came, with a shudder, his fat ass it shook

And my wife with her mouth just one last suck she took

She stayed where she was though, and swallowed his seed

And then smiled and knew that she'd dealt with his need

He tried then insisting returning the gift

But she told him she couldn't. Not on his shift

He hoisted his trousers and did up his belt

And hugged her so careful as though she might melt

He stepped to his sack then, and rustled inside,

And extracted a gift box, he gave her with pride

A kiss on her lips then, and so he was off

Not a word he had spoken, not a sigh, not a cough

I raced back to the bedroom, my arousal so plain

While the rooftop it clattered, and clattered again

And my nude wife rushed in then, her face blushing red

"I need you, my husband", she said to the bed

She leapt in beside me, my cock plain to see

And she climbed it, and rode me, her face lit with glee

As she moaned oh so close now, orgasm so near

And then shuddered around me, and came oh so clear

I tried to hold on then, to wait for a time

But my penis betrayed me, my pulse it did climb

And I shuddered, my muscles contracted as one

Pumping inside her, I swore dear "I've come"

She collapsed then, astride me, exhausted and hot

And her lips they did kiss me, I asked her not what

The taste was upon them, and why they were sweet

And how she could do that, after tasting his meat

I said nothing to her, and rolled to the right

I could see her dark body, aglow in the night

And I wondered and pondered without any pause

If I really did see my wife suck Santa Claus

I received an email from Gracie, who wondered what might have been in the gift the Santa presented, and an idea of what it might be. I liked her idea, and added the following. Thanks Gracie.

As she opened the box her hands were like butter

Her pulse was so fast, her heart was a-flutter

Her eyes could just see a soft coffee shade

And her heart skipped a beat at just what she surveyed

The panties were brief, and sheer and lacy

The bra was transparent, and risqué and racy

She stood and just stared at the whole sexy set

And then slowly undressed, knowing that she was wet

And she stood, in the lounge, by the tree, all nude

And decided to try them, alone, feeling lewd

So she hooked on the bra, pulled on the panty

And lay near the tree, with her present from Santy

Her hands they did wander, between her brown thighs

All coffee, and slippery, she started to sigh

And she stroked all her body, calling his name

And caressed through the panties, so gently, and came.

As she lay there still shaking, her hand crept inside

The hot hollow wetness she just couldn't hide

And she dreamed it was him there, all chubby and grand

And not just an old girl there fucking her hand

Jun 2008
good but dude you gotta have serious issues to wrap a christmas sonnet like that.

Jun 2006
I am reading your work for the first time and it looks like I have a lot of catching up to do.From what I have seen up to now looks like a long hot summer.
      GBF: Not here, of course. Here it was summer when I wrote that!

May 2006
and you say you'r not a poet. It soundedpretty good to me
      GBF: So you're not one either? :-)

May 2006
Great Concept... origenal and kinky as ever. Although the rhym scheme was great, the rhythm was sacrificed in some places.
      GBF: That's what happens when you are NOT a poet! :-)

Apr 2006
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm oh oh faster santy i loved iy the best sex story ever
      GBF: And it took you until the end of April? :-)

Apr 2006
Congratulations on the award! I'm not usually one for poetry (alhougth I've still got Longfellow's "Ballad of Carmilhan" stuck in my head decades after learning it), but reading yours caused me to laugh aloud.
      GBF: Thanks a lot. Laughter is good!

Apr 2006
I have read different versions of "T'Was the Night Before Christmas", but never one quite like this. :) You not only have a talent for using words in stories, but now I see that you are also a great poet. I really enjoyed reading it. And I'm sure that th
      GBF: I am NOT a poet! :-)

Apr 2006
I particularly liked the last part.
      GBF: The climax? :-)

Mar 2006
Really enjoyed it it was sexy and funny, can I use it for the inside of a christmas card next year lol
      GBF: Sure. Just watch who you send them to!

Mar 2006
I like your version better than Clemen's. I wrote one of these for a sexy friend once, describing the trials and tribulations (and delays) of having the kitchen remodeled...but yours just blew me (hahahaha) away!!! Thanks for the enjoyment.
      GBF: Kitchens? Hmmm... There's an idea! :-)

Mar 2006
wonderful poem i'm 68 yo but all your work makes me horny as hell.
      GBF: THIS one does? :-)

Mar 2006
Sheer brilliance. Got my vote! Multi-talented indeed!
      GBF: Thank you muchly.

Mar 2006
I like it better than my own "The Santa." It's the first of the Best Erotic Poetry selections I've read, but it's definitely getting one of my three votes for a Gold Clit.
      GBF: Wow, thank you very much. That means a lot to me.

Jan 2006
Excellent!!!!
      GBF: Cooool! :-)

Oct 2005
Heh. Hehehehehehe. AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Hehehe. Heh. ***sigh*** Where on earth do you get these bizarre and wonderful ideas?! :-)
      GBF: Well, from you, half the time! :-)

Aug 2005
Tis the season
      GBF: Well, not just yet.

Jul 2005
nice and great. whens the next coming?
      GBF: Next? Not for this story. Oh, maybe next Christmas!

Jul 2005
Laughed my ass off.
      GBF: Good! Where did you put your ass though?

Jul 2005
giggling.... how do i get on this "good" list???? really cute.
      GBF: Well, it's obvious, isn't it? :-)

Jun 2005
That was nasty I have loved everything of yours until i read this hopefully, next time i won't be disappointed
      GBF: Well, hopefully next time you'll have developed a sense of humour, or the spine to leave an email address so we can discuss it nicely.

Jun 2005
kiss me bolt my penis
      GBF: I have NO idea what that means.

May 2005
I really enjoyed this parody of Twas a night, in fact I have read most of your stories and think tht you are a superb writer. Thanks for all the erotic stories, gentle you are amazing!!!!
      GBF: All? You can stay, alright? :-)

Apr 2005
Hi I wish I had the skill with words that you have, I envy your artistry, well done. I also enjoyed the subject!
      GBF: Hey, it was a good day, that's all!

Apr 2005
Good grief. You must now be on the permanent Good list, for giving Santa such a luscious present. Naughty boy!
      GBF: He only checks the list twice, and I sneak in afterwards and add my name.

Mar 2005
Chuckle......cute
      GBF: Hey, this is serious stuff! :-)

Mar 2005
The Quiz, The Shower, The Swap, Next Time and Twas the Night are
      GBF: More? Well, so long as I hear back! :-)

Mar 2005
I think I'm a little late with this review, was almost going to wait till next season. This must be another side of you that for the most part has been hidden. It was a nice little erotic poem, but unlike Dr Seuss, it wasn't illustrated. Can't have
      GBF: Not until the next silly season, I don't think.

Feb 2005
Chuckle....if the nursery rhymes and school stories were like this when I was a kid I would have had a LOT of interest, really! I liked the addition you put on it Gentle, from Gracie's request.....neat
      GBF: Gracie was inspirational!

Jan 2005
*snicker* That's awesome! I love it. And Santa is damn sexy, I'll have you know ;)
      GBF: Hell, I know that!

Dec 2004
Clemen Moore must have flipped in his grave, saying "Damn,wish I had written that!." Thanks for the Christmas present.
      GBF: Pleased you liked it.

Dec 2004
Great poem (or @ least i think it was)
      GBF: It was... Sorta :-)

Dec 2004
Your night b4 Christmas was a hoot.
      GBF: Thanks. Hope yours is too!

Dec 2004
Yep, definitely silly, but I agree - the classics should be fair game. Good stuff! Thanks, and have a Merry Christmas!
      GBF: You too!

Dec 2004
Hi Gentle, Merry Christmas from shrty
      GBF: Thanks

Dec 2004
Yes, silly and fun. You did a good job of keeping the lines fairly even (which can be difficult).

Dec 2004
Nicely done! Hadn't ever really thought of Santa delivering any *other* kind of package. ;)
      GBF: You never had the hots for Santa then?

Dec 2004
Geez, man, you went to another level on this one. I knew you were talented, but... Here's to that never-ending rollercoaster that is called your mind, which I always enjoy riding. ;)
      GBF: Aww shucks, thanks.

Dec 2004
I read it with glee and waited to see if she would fuck Santa under the tree ...... Bravo!
      GBF: Thanks, and sorry I couldn't leave it all in.

Dec 2004
Wonderful!

Dec 2004
he he he he he he he he he he...etc
      GBF: Stop that, or you'll fall over!

Dec 2004
I arrived in my office this quiet Saturday And turned on my computer to see what messages lay When what should I see but a note and a greeting From my good friend Gentlebutfirm, an offering. I opened the message and read the Christmas rh
      GBF: Thanks.

Dec 2004
It was amusing andd erotic and extremely well written. I write poetry myself and like it to rhyme good.
      GBF: What can I say?

Dec 2004
Keep it gentle but so firm!
      GBF: You bet.

Dec 2004
This was fun - twisted the classic nicely. I ended up giving it a 9 based on my own stuff, not its excellent craftsmanship. I was left with too many questions (yeah, I know, I said the last in my previous feedback to you). What is the husband feeling? He
      GBF: Well thanks Jay, but I wanted a poem, not a book! :-) You can decide all of these things for yourself. :-)

Dec 2004
Well its deffinately better than milk and cookies! Its a very fun read and even disguised as a classic Christmas story your unique style shines through.
      GBF: You are a stunner, you know that? Thanks.

Dec 2004
Wow, I wonder what list Santa keeps this woman on!
      GBF: Would you like to be added?

Dec 2004
YOu inspired me and thanks for the giggle
      GBF: Oh, if only I had room to put the rest of what you said! Thanks so much.

Dec 2004
Cute and humerous and different!
      GBF: Thanks.

Dec 2004
Cute little poem. One SMALL mistake. Santa's last name is Claus, not Clause as you have at the end of the poem. Otherwise, I very much enjoyed this little ditty.
      GBF: Thanks. All fixed now.

Dec 2004
Great hehe :)

Dec 2004
I liked it. It was light and festive. If it had been the postman, I wouldn't have, but Santa was okay.
      GBF: Yeah, well he only comes once a year, after all...

Dec 2004
LOL, that was a good laugh. Thanks for that. How on earth do you keep your mind so bloody fertile??? Must be something in the water.

Dec 2004
Silly in poetry is good! ;) I liked it.

Dec 2004
spooooooge
      GBF: I'm assuming this is a good thing?

Dec 2004
Too fucking funny,I loved it and your other work as well.UM keep it up lol

Dec 2004
Very funny. I almost snorted coffee through my nose.

Dec 2004
Well, tis the season, just wish I knew what Santa gave her as a present. Fun!
      GBF: Thanks.

Dec 2004
You've got a great and funny story there.
      GBF: Thanks