‘Twas a Night Here at LewdChat
(A parody of the holiday poem “Twas the Night Before Christmas”, but with a twist unique for LewdChat. Written by casey 12/2/23)
‘Twas the night before Tuesday and I couldn’t sleep,
I felt LewdChat stir as I tried to count sheep.
The blue nicks were hung and all asking for care
In hopes that some hotties were naked and bare.
Everyone hoped to get snug in their beds
As fetishes, fantasies danced in their heads.
And me, wide awake with my hand on my cap
Had just settled down for a slow, thorough fap.
When out on the roof there arose a loud clatter,
I streaked from my bed to see what was the matter.
I sprang toward a window not quite fully hard,
Then stood looking outside across the still yard.
The moon on the breast of a new fallen snow
Gave the brightness of midday to objects below.
My half open eyes saw one big grinning elf,
Surrounded by helpers: the Big Dick himself!
A guy with a vision, Fudster you should know,
With co-owner Doris supporting the show.
His minions appearing from far and away,
When he pings them or calls a few out by their name.
The list of names too long to mention them all;
Dispensing the rules while the rest have a ball!
As I drew in my heads and was turning around,
Big Dick was behind me in one rapid bound.
He dressed in a combo of latex and fur.
With splashes of something… I wasn’t quite sure.
A bundle of sex toys he flung on his back,
Like an internet merchant with a big, bulging sack.
His eyes also twinkled when he locked them on mine,
Seeing so many people cum for a good time.
He spoke not a word, just let the site do its work
Letting Lewdsters be funny or horny and jerk.
He left just as quickly, his team close behind;
Back into the dark as the Lewds bump and grind.
I heard him exclaim ‘ere he slipped out of sight,
“Happy LewdChat to all, and to all a good night.”
