It’s two days before Christmas, and I’m here typing madly, not unlike how the phantom plays his organ (wait, that sounds wrong) his pipe organ (nope, that’s worse). I could go back and start again, maybe with less adolescent humor – something I’m stripped of Amazon stars for… Nah, it wouldn’t be me. Okay, one more try…
It’s two days before Christmas and all through Ravens’ Rook
Are boxes from tree and house decorating, done in between writing my last book;
They should have been returned to storage or at least put away,
Maybe, that’s something I better do today.
The Webguy is still abed snoring without a care
It’s noon, I’m too afraid to wake him, no, not even on a dare;
The Red Pen, primed with caffeine, is waiting for this blog,
“No RP, I don’t have writer’s block. It’s more of a clog.”
There’s a lot of noise coming from down the stair,
Where the Beta Reader is watching more Hallmark Christmas fare.
I stomp on the floor telling him, “For all that’s precious, keep it down!”
He answers back, “Are you out of your mind? Santa is coming to town!”
I don’t have the heart to tell him that Christmas doesn’t arrive on a sleigh,
That Santa doesn’t wear a red suit, no, not today.
He comes in trucks, sometimes white, sometimes brown,
Ringing doorbells and leaving packages all over the town.
Or sometimes things arrive by Amazon Prime
Delivered by the USPS, snail mail deliverers, but yet on time.
But the presents still need to be boxed, wrapped, and labeled,
That mess is still covering most of the dining room table.
Will Christmas come this year, will I be prepared?
Can cookies be baked; Christmas cards be shared?
Two days to go, time goes so fast
How did I ever make this happen in the past?
Still, my book calls to me, the first draft almost complete
Cid is presently doing an amazing paranormal investigative feat.
Murphy reminds me that holidays are important and to not worry,
Nothing goes right if there is too much hurry.
“First apologize to the ghost of Clement Clarke Moore
For riffing on his poem, causing him ire, making him sore.
Next, finish Cid’s book, take your time, it will be alright,
You can always finish wrapping and baking tonight.”
And so dear reader, I really must dash
I must head to the ATM to get out some cash.
May your holidays be peaceful, your preparations turn out right.
May this next year be fruitful for all and for me less of a fright.
Love, Alexie Aaron.
