Twas a Vampire's Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the streets,
all he could hear was the sound of his feet.
Houses were lit with strings of bright lights,
and children had long been tucked in for the night.
He thought of the years and Christmases past,
until sadly he reached his own doorstep at last.
Alone he sat in his chair in the dark,
listening to the night when he heard a loud bark.
He turned in his seat to look at the door,
and there were two figures he'd seen so often before:
the great big dog Mojo, who'd grown bigger at that,
and beside him his owner, the Vampire Lestat.
Lestat wore a leather jacket, and his usual grin,
and he laughed as he said, "what a mess you live in!"
Louis helped with the packages Lestat carefully handled,
He let them inside, and lit eight small candles.
The snow covered Lestat's hair, turning it white,
and the clock on the wall read only 10 at night.
Louis' cheek was by Lestat's fingers traced,
Gently and softly, the two dear friends embraced
For hours they reminisced about the old days,
Until they grew tired of discussing their old ways.
Lestat, instead, insisted Louis open his gift,
And the spirit of his sad green eyes seem to lift.
For an instant, Louis disappeared into the next room,
Returning with a wrapped box, that smelled, oddly enough, of perfume.
And Lestat took the box, and gave Louis his present,
and the fire in the hearth was glowing and pleasant.
Careful not to rip even a corner of the wrappings,
Louis' fingers worked at the ribbon and all of its draping.
The box inside was small, like that of a necklace,
It shined, golden yellow, and inside was lined with lace.
Lestat's gaze - so tentative, his eyes - so deep blue.
Louis stared into the them, and he saw what he already knew:
Although it was seldom written or said,
Lestat loved him greatly, in his heart and his head.
From the small box, Louis pulled a silver ink pen,
He looked up at Lestat, who smiled mysteriously then.
"Read what it says, Louis, inscribed in its side,
For that's the real gift," and he smiled wide.
Louis looked down to read the tiny words
that were inscribed in the silver along with a small bird.
And he laughed when he read them, inspite of himself
For this was a work of Lestat's cunning and stealth.
The message could have been this or could have been that,
But it read "To the Best Writer I know, Love Ton Cher Lestat".
As the dusk loomed in the cold winter air,
Lestat picked up his jacket and ran his fingers through his hair
He kissed Louis goodnight, and led Mojo away.
Louis went outdoors to see Lestat on his way.
Alone once again, Louis found himself writing:
"A Merry Christmas it's been...and quite exciting."
Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Merry Yule, Happy Holidays, and Merry Festivus!
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