‘Twas the Intimate Night Before Christmas: A Marriage Poem

A few years back, I wrote an intimacy-focused poem based on Clement Clark Moore’s “The Night Before Christmas,” and it was published on the site Unveiled Wife. I concluded it was time to reprint it all here! Maybe cuddle up with your spouse, read through the poem, and let it inspire you to keep your marriage and sexual intimacy a priority throughout the holiday season.

Printable PDFs of the poem are available at the end of the post.

‘Twas The Intimate Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even your spouse.
You hung your stockings by the chimney with care,
In hopes that the two of you soon would get bare.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her Santa teddy and cap,
Was eager to wake hubby from his brief nap.

With hopes that your kids wouldn’t hear the clatter,
You sprang to the bed ’cause you know it matters.
His eyes flew wide open with a flash,
And he smiled at his beautiful wife, so rash.

The moon on your breast, as it shone through the window
Gave luster to your body, hinted at what was below.
Alas, to his wondering eyes, what appeared,
But the woman he chose and holds ever so dear.

With a smile and a grin, so lively and quick,
He lowered his mouth onto your lips.
More rapid than eagles your heartbeats came,
As you kissed him back, your love aflame.

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So out from your bodies the clothing flew,
With longing, desire, and passion a’brew.

And then, in a twinkling, we’ll skip ahead
Past the prancing and pawing that hap’d in your bed.
As you made love and your bodies wound,
It reminded you both of how deeply you’re bound.

Then his eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, (his chin a bit hairy).
His delicious mouth was drawn up like a bow,
After you and he got to “biblically know.”

He held you tight, his arm underneath,
The afterglow encircled you both like a wreath.
That wink of his eye and the kiss on your head,
Reminded you of the night you’d wed.

You laughed with joy, he responded with a whistle,
“Now that was a Christmas Eve with some sizzle!”
And then he spoke with whispered delight:
“Thank you, God, for the intimacy we’ve had tonight.”

Printables

Take your pick of a classic view or a more modern look.

Twas-the-Intimate-Night-Classic

Twas-the-Intimate-Night-Modern

9 thoughts on “‘Twas the Intimate Night Before Christmas: A Marriage Poem”

  1. Great read. Would be a great Christmas present. Clothing would fly, remove or shred. Yeppers it was fun. Them night shirts can be fun. Then I found a front snap night gown and the fun was on.

  2. I am making a special the week before Christmas gift (1 for each day)! This poem is the perfect Christmas Eve gift. I love your pod cast! (with all the other ladies) It is just what my marriage needed. Blessings!!!

  3. Just finished the original of this as a Christmas project with the eight year olds that I teach. I didn’t want to think of it like this, so I didn’t get past the first verse. Better to not read the rest if I want to use it again for future children. Sorry about that.

  4. Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house, Andrew was stirring because Leah had been a louse.

    The Holiday season had driven her fruity. She had presents to buy, addresses to verify so Leah had neglected her wifely duty.

    As Christmas approached she knew what Andrew was feeling so she bought the kids tickets to go skiing.

    When the kids took off for the slopes Andrew was up with some hope.

    Leah didn’t tell him what she planning but her two hours in the bathroom must have got him thinking.

    Leah came out of the bathroom and took off her robe which revealed Andrew’s present for him to behold.

    Andrew was so needy he couldn’t undress he could only get his shirt off and needed Leah to help with the rest.

    Andrew opened his present not once, not twice and not even three times. They both lost count long before the returning kids arrived.

    Leah felt like it was a beautiful dream where she ate two gallons of calorie-free chocolate ice cream.

    Andrew’s masculine needs being that much larger was like a man lost a month on the desert and came upon a pure, cool stream of water.

    The kids came home but come nighttime Andrew was once again needy so Leah’s hands got busy.

    Andrew was comforted by Leah’s touch but still wanted his present so much.

    Leah turned to him and said maybe cus it looks like your wife is going to have another baby.

    (Yes this really happened. Yes I got my husband’s permission and he even helped me. No, these are not our real names. They are in fact our middle names.)

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