Saturday December 24th, 2016

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: the night before Christmas.

Because, you know.

Bakery was busy, busy this morning. When I left shortly after noon (Emma was willing to stay and close things up and I need a day off) there were seven loaves on the shelves and we'd sold out of cinnamon buns. I can't imagine the shop was open much longer after that.

All set for tomorrow. My poem for Kat and my short story for Max are printed up and in envelopes. All the gifts have been moved from our house to Kat's parents (where the unwrapping madness shall take place in the morning). The last presents needing to be wrapped have been wrapped. Santa's gifts are under our tree.

Which means I should probably get to sleep before Max wakes up. Otherwise he'll want to know if I saw Santa and then he'll be wide awake and there will be no getting him back to sleep.

Merry Christmas, everyone. I hope it's a good day for all of you.


Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the mouse
Were the sounds of digesting
A gingerbread house...


Greg said...

Merry Christmas then! I hope it's been a fun day and that Max was suitably excited about the visible presence of Santa. And that the present unwrapping wasn't too wild :)
I can imagine being sold out of cinnamon buns, but it seems like a sad thing to have to imagine. So I'm going to stop.
Haha, I really like that little poem; it's a nifty take on the Night before Christmas and seems... well, more realistic if you ask me!

The night before Christmas
I just came back from a lovely trip, over in Santa Fe,
Stopped off at Folsom Prison, saw an old friend: Ray.
I sat and chatted at a desk,
To hear how Ray would be,
He told me it was Christmas
And told his plans to me, so
You better watch out, you better be scared,
Santa's been killed, haven't you heard?
My friend Ray is coming back to town.
He making a list and checking it twice,
He's planning a murder and seventeen heists,
My friend Ray is coming back to town.

He sees you when you're sleeping,
He controls CCTV
He knows if you've been bad or good
And bad things make him happy!

[OK, a little more than four lines, but it is Christmas, and while I don't think you'll actually like this version of a Christmas classic it makes a lot more sense than the original...]

Marc said...

Greg - I thank you for the bonus poetry Christmas gift. And I do like it, so there :P

For some reason 'He's planning a murder and seventeen heists' is my favorite line. The whole thing is obviously pretty great though :D