'Twas the night
before Christmas and all through the loft
not a creature was stirring, not even a
moth.
A fire was lit
by remote control
to help keep the place from appearing so
cold.
The message
light on the machine was flashing bright red,
but it would have to wait until after I'd
fed.
Having just
awaken from a long day's rest,
the cow's blood in the fridge was my number one
quest.
I uncapped a
bottle and gulped it down greedily,
emptying the contents quite neat and
speedily.
I recalled Nat's
words to keep my hunger at bay.
"It's the blood, you know, that keeps you that
way."
I believe it's
possible she may be quite right.
I vow to give up drinking blood, only not
tonight.
For it's the eve
of another holiday that I'll not celebrate.
No candlelight services or Christmas feasts to
partake.
To my few human
friends, I've given lame reason
why I can't share in their joyous holiday
season.
To my vampire
family, I'm considered the fool
for even wishing to embrace this mortal
Yule.
On my machine, I
find only a message of nuisance
from a tele-marketer wishing to sell me
insurance.
No doubt this
will be a wonderful Christmas for many.
To me, it's merely a sad reminder of my lonely
infinity.
Suddenly, upon
the roof there arose such a clatter,
I flew to the skylight to see what was the
matter.
And what to my
golden eyes should appear
but my maker, LaCroix looking rather
queer.
He was dressed
all in black except for the hat on his head
which was trimmed with white fur, the rest of it
red.
It was probably
the oddest thing I'd ever seen.
LaCroix with a big sack and an eight-foot
evergreen.
"Merry
Christmas, Nicholas," he spoke with great
pride.
"Would you care to help me get all this
inside?"
And so I did,
helped him with the bag and the tree.
Then finally questioned him about his unusual
glee.
He told me he'd
been visited by three spirits that day,
from the future, past and present who showed him
the way.
He'd seen his
existence in a brand new light
and wanted to share with me his new lease on
life.
So together we
decorated the tree and had fun,
then stood back and marveled over a job well
done.
Afterwards, we
sat reminiscing, never noticing the time,
Until at midnight when we heard distant church
bells chime.
As we stood at
the window and watched the snow begin to fall,
I wished him Merry Christmas.
"Indeed. A Merry Christmas after all."
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