Here’s a repost of a poem I wrote in December 2013. Written by me, with copious assistance from Clement Clarke Moore, who wrote the original “Night Before Christmas” back in 1823. Hope you enjoy this silly fun!
T’was the week before Xmas, and here at our blog,
We’d all hunkered down for a holiday slog.
With so many deadlines and so much to do.
We had no ideas for our blog – sad but true.
The child was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of toy robots danced in her head.
And I in my PJ’s, with a latte night cap,
Was typing and wishing for just one more nap.
The lights shining up from my laptop so bright,
Brightened my screen on this cold winter’s night,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a strange little gif of six tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so full of good news,
I knew in a moment it must be my muse!
More rapid than eagles the genres they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now, Steampunk! Now, Romance! Now, Noir Mystery!
Now, Science! Now, YA! Now, High Fantasy!”
To the top of the bookshelf! To the top of the wall!
Now pile them up, stack them up, and read them all!”
And there, in a twinkling, I saw on my shelf,
Books about robots and pirates and elves.
Huge dictionaries to fix all my spelling,
Books about cooking and fixing my dwelling.
So many authors inspired my heart!
I flew to my keyboard! Quick! Where to start!
My fingers they flew, as my thoughts ran apace,
As I learned about oceans and atoms and space.
He sprang to the screen, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he blinked out of sight,
“Happy writing to all! And to all a good night!”