Twas The Night Before Christmas, I Was Thinking About My Blog
I’ll ask you all to pardon me for the absence of elegance in this post, but I’m afraid I couldn’t resist this idea once it had slipped into my head.
I wish you all the very best of the season and thank you for making this last year such a special one for me.
Twas the night before Christmas, I was thinking about my blog
Not a sentence was forming, my head was a fog.
The sentences were slow, they simply had no flare,
I searched the internet hoping inspiration would be there.
I thought of my fellow authors who had put their blogs to bed,
While visions of blanks pages with no titles danced in my head.
I started to nod off but I gave myself a slap
I needed to get a post up, this was no time for a nap.
When out of nowhere the fog began to scatter,
I sprang to my laptop and the keys began to clatter.
Ideas flowed onto the screen with a skip and a splash,
Words flowed from me without pause, in bit of a flash.
The mood, days prior had been somber and slow
Gave way to thoughts and ideas that made me glow
I would have my new post, I need not fear
I could give a nod to the season and celebrate with good cheer
Despite my slow server, so old and sick
I knew despite it, this post would be quick.
More rapid than twitter the couplets they came,
And I whistled while I worked, I’d never be the same!
Now dashes, now spaces, now pronouns and adjectives
Inflection, interjection, inversions and split infinitives
From the top of the page till the last word did fall
I wrote away! wrote away! til I’d written it all!
Dear readers forgive me for abandoning my work
But talking about comms before Christmas would make me a jerk
So pardon my lack of effective prose
It was to the mood of the season that I rose
Now comes the end of this little epistle
I wish you the best, may your new year’s sizzle
It’s been a pleasure to know you, though you’ve been out of sight
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”