Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas!

I want to wish everyone the merriest of Holidays! For this festive occasion I am bringing back our "Twas The Night Before Christmas" poem.  Merry Christmas to you and your families!

Twas the night before Christmas and all through JRS, 
not a creature was stirring, not even Lena Diaz.

The books were all hung on the blogspot with care
 in hopes that Roxanne St. Claire soon would be there.

The readers were nestled all snug in their beds
while visions of shirtless heroes danced in their heads.
Debra Webb in her scarf and warm woolen hat
had just settled down for a long WIP attack.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
Debra sprang from the laptop to see what was the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash
and stumbled across the power cord and almost fell on her sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the luster of brilliance to her swollen stubbed toe.
When, what to Debra’s bleary eyes should appear
Rocki St. Claire in a sleigh with eight feisty reindeer.

With a swish she stopped, and smiled at a mouse
and then asked with great zeal, “Is this Debra Webb’s house?”
The deer stamped their feet. The rodent made them insane.
And Rocki whistled and shouted, and called them by name!

Paula Graves! Now, Pamela Clare! Now, Angi Morgan and Patricia Rasey!
Kylie Brant! On, Carla Neggers! On Christy Reece, and Barbara Freethy!
10000 words for the day! 2 manuscripts by Fall!
If you don’t get me on this roof, I won’t be happy at all!"

As Rocki commanded, they started to move
with thoughts of their own deadlines just making them brood.
So up to the house-top the reindeer they flew,
with a sleigh full of e-readers, and Rocki St. Claire too.

And then in a twinkling, Debra heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little boot.
As she drew in her head, and was turning around
right down the chimney Rocki St. Claire came with a bound.

She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot
and she appeared very glamorous even tarnished with soot.
A bundle of books she had flung on her back
and she looked like a Barnes and Noble clerk, just building a stack.

Her eyes-how they twinkled! Her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
She started to recite a tale full of suspense
and the reindeer all listened, their expressions intense.

She said, “My sinuses are killing me with all this ice and snow.
I’ll drop off these books to Debra, and then it’s back to Florida that I shall go.”

She hauled the sack from a chimney so small
and tugged and tugged, but could not pull them all.

The reindeer all watched, amused by her stealth
as she quirked an eyebrow at them and asked,
“Where is the help?”

With the gifts under the tree, she was heard to declare,
“Ebooks for all next year!” so said, St. Claire.

Rocki sprang to her sleigh with the empty bag at her side,
and spurred on the reindeer for what she hoped was a quick ride.

As Debra ran out onto the snow, she saw them fly out of site.
But on the wind she heard Rocki exclaim,
“Happy reading to all and to all a good night.”


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