Feeling the frosty winter breeze I over heard her conversation with Sue. We were an hour into the Christmas party.
“Trap the he man with alcohol so we can take his dear soul,” the demented witch explained to her confidants. Swiftly moving across the floor with her cunning tactics she moved in to dance with the he man.
“Drink this, it will loosen you up,” she said wrapping her arms around his sturdy shoulders. She slowly moved towards his neck.
Feeling the fate of all mankind as she turned his head to her bosom she did everything for him to sip her drink.
Hearing the song end, he grabbed his Santa hat and said, “Your Christmas traps won’t work with me Jezebel,” he then flew away with his goodly elves to deliver toys to the good little children. Flying across the sky everybody could hear his laugh, “Ho,Ho,Ho! Merry Christmas!”
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