An Author’s Christmas Poem
Dec 23, 2014
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through this author’s house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even this author’s spouse.
Books were hung by the chimney with care,
Hoping that readers soon would be there.
Authors are all snug in our beds,
As dreams of plum jobs dance in our heads.
Then we saw Santa, one in the same,
As he called his reindeer by name:
“On Loyalties, Royalties, Publisher and Edit,
On Proofread and Copyright, and my favorite: Reddit”.
And as he drove clear out of sight,
He said, “Happy Holidays to all and to all a Good ‘Write.'”
c 2014 Rosanne L. Barnett