A Christmas Poem... a.k.a. Rhyming is, like, really really hard

Twas the day before Christmas,and all through the night,Sam asked me what I wantedto make my holidays bright

I wandered aimlessly,all around the houseI wasn't watching where I was goingand I stepped on a mouse

I looked at the dead mouse carcass

with a happy, content face,As I started counting my blessings.To ask for anything else would seem out of place.

I have:



An agent who negotiateslike the lost son of HoffaThen turns around and cheers with me

For Andy Roddick and my main squeeze Rafa

An editor who helps medot the i's and cross the t'sAnd when I'm going in circles, 

she talks me down from the trees

A husband who works a job

then at home pulls double dutywhen it comes to our kidswho like to run down the street nudie

Two sons who constantlykeep me in stitchesand still need their mommywhen they fall down on their britches

A dad who's still with me,Despite the knock at death's doorCuz when cancer came calling,He karate-chopped it in the groin

Sorry the abovedidn't hold a rhymeCancer doesn't deserve itBecause cancer is stupid

A family who supports me,always showing that they care,

Even offering gentile reminders,Like: Isn't it time I actually do my hair?



Good friends who understandthe madness of a writer, and through their love and wisdom,make any burden seem lighter

A critique group who's not afraidto point out my manuscript's weak spot,then work with me for hours,in fleshing out my bleak plot

Blog readers who happily check inThree times every weekand forgive me when I exposeMy inner Battlestar Galactica geek

Here's to a new year filled with revisions,and hopefully the design of a book cover,and maybe if Sam's lucky,I'll even take on a lover.

So, on this Christmas EveI hope you hear my callMerry Christmas to you,Peace on Earth one and all.