T'was the night before
Christmas and all through the house.
Not a creature
was stirring, except for my mouse.
No kids lived
with me, so I thought I would chatter.
There'd be
no damn reindeer, and no stupid clatter.
There'd be no fat elf,
coming through my chimney.
I'll be alone,
my computer and me.
I won't race
to the window, to see him arrive.
I'll just
sit right here...with windows ninety-five.
There's no one I know,
as I'm surfing around.
None of my
regular buddies are found.
I went in
some chat rooms, but quickly got out.
Age, sex,
location is all that's about.
As, I was about to go
check out the net.
I got an E-mail
which I didn't expect.
A lady told
me, she had read my profile.
And, ask,
if I might like to chat for a while.
She said, if I didn't,
then she would just leave.
But, she was
so lonely, on this Christmas Eve.
She said,
it's the first time, she'd ever been on.
But, she heard,
computers, could be so much fun.
She said, the computer,
was usually locked tight.
But, she said,
her husband, left it on... tonight.
He's away
on some business; He'll be gone all night.
So, she thought
she'd use it, " I guess it's all right."
She started to tell
me, about her whole life.
How she was
expected to be a good wife.
She talked
of her anger, frustrations, and needs.
Because she
was forced, to do such silly deeds.
She talked on and on,
from one thing to the next.
Then finally told me.....she was oversexed.
She didn't
have sex, with her husband, she told.
He was always
too busy, and getting too old.
Then, she wrote me something,
that made my heart vex.
She asked
me to teach her , to have cyber-sex.
I said, if
she wanted me to, that I could.
Then after
an hour, she got really good.
After five hours, my
fingers were sore.
I told her,
that I couldn't go anymore.
She said,
that was fine, because she was tired too.
And anyway,
her husband, soon would be due.
She said she would be
on, the same time next year.
Then asked,
if I wouldn't mind, meeting her here.
She said only...on
this night, she could be found
It is only...this
night, her husband leaves town.
She said bye, and signed
off...and i had to pause.
I think I
just cybered . . . . . . with Mrs. Santa Claus ! ! ! !