Mr Santa and Mrs.Clause pub crawls

Glasses clinking and pinging ,
jolly voices singing, sprightfully
fattening the pub with bursts
of festive energy. A flamboyant
flashy jukebox, poured out back
slapping themes.

Overbrimming pints, and
Sparkling wine, froth spilling
on gummy surfaces and
garments.

Migits filled with shots
dressed as elves in tree
green
gyrating on burgundy
sticky stools.

Santa's spilled belly
Perched. His winter blue
eyes sat glossy, his nose
coated in brandy, knocking
back glinting golden larger
heartwarming his
his liver .

Mrs clause table dancing filling
her hour glass body and money
throwing thighs. Hot tube top struggling
to hold back her creamy globes from
spilling.

Beautiful red hair, and eyes
that held a composite of quartz
greens. And a...

curtain of red fire that bounced
around her shoulders as she stumbled
to the bar holding her heels to fill up another .