Merry Christmas or whatever you celebrate, enjoy this poem I wrote, done to the tune of "A Night Before Christmas."
"A Genre Writer's
Christmas"
By
Pamela K. Kinney
It was the night
before Christmas,
And this writer was
busy plotting
When all of a
sudden--
Her characters came
to life!
There was the monster
from her novel,
It was chomping on a
tasty victim.
The hero appeared,
stunning in purple;
Well, that's the
writer's favorite color, of course!
What did you expect:
white?
He grabbed a
sharpened pencil to duel with the fiend
When the heroine
popped in midair and dropped down,
Into a container
overflowing with paper clips.
Drowning, a clip in
her mouth, she cried out for help,
And who do you think
rescued her?
Not the hero, oh no!
He was trying to make
time with a statue of a gargoyle,
That stood guard over
the writer's laptop
For he had a thing
for beings made of stone
The monster rushed
right over in a flash,
Not to kill her or
eat her,
No, with a gentle
paw, he helped her up.
And arm in arm, both
vanished to the monster's lair
Where in chapter
eleven, they got it on hot and heavy—
Wait a moment…did you
expect to read the scene?
No, this Christmas
poem is rated PG.
The writer just shook
her head,
With a click of the
mouse, saved the story.
The hero dissipated,
no more to be seen,
Well, not until
chapter twelve, anyway.
With a sigh, the
writer stood, snatching up her coffee cup,
Time to join the
family and reality,
The story could wait
for another time.
Because it's
Christmas after all:
Merry Christmas to
all and to all, a magical night!
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