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Monsieur L'Vampyre Meets Santa Claus
I'd settled in to embers glow
all tucked in wool to warm me right
with wine from vines nearby that grow
to help my mind in getting light
and lullabyed by winds that blow
from South of France, they blow all night.
     And with the wind; it fell all day;
     the snow near buried Poitiers.

My chateau's hidden by the trees
well off the road, and hard to find,
where no one ever comes, nor sees
my lifestyle if I've such a mind
to come or go, as I might please
with mademoiselles whom I might find.
     But this night was my very own
      to hear the blowing wind alone.

When all at once I felt the glow
of eyes in stony, silent stare
right on my neck, and burning so,
I knew that someone must be there
and as I turned, his "Ho! Ho! Ho!"
made murder something I might dare!
     All decked in red and white I guessed
     who he might be by how he dressed.

He had a bag all filled with toys
his whiskers clean and snowball white;
he asked where were the girls and boys
and if they always did things right!
I had to say, but used no ploys,
there were no children here this night!
      But this was his last stop he said
      and I could only shake my head.

Says he, he'd leave the toys with me
if I would only say I would
give them to children yet to be,
as yet unborn, he understood!
This prospect sounded such to me
I laughed and scoffed, just as I should,
     I told him vampyres can't bring life
     not even if I had a wife!

Then told him I, "There is no way,
though you may have the feeling strong!"
"Ho! Ho! I know!" I heard him say
"I never get addresses wrong!"
And then he jumped into his sleigh
and snapped his whip, and got along!
     But left the toys right on the floor
      I couldn't guess what ever for!

Much later in the night there came
but how, I'll never understand,
dear Gina, last springs one night flame
with two kids hand in hand,
all frozen, yet she looked the same
as beautiful as God had planned.
      And in her swelling, I could see
      a miracle, all part of me.

Then emptied I, so we could play
the bag that Santa left that night
so here they are, and here will stay
to fill my life with pure delight!
And I can still hear Santa say
"Ho! Ho! I know! I'm always right!"
       I'll never know how Santa knew
       the right address for coming to!
                         ho ho ho.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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