‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, just me and my cat?!
The stockings were hung by the bookcase with care,
But I hadn’t moved; I was glued to my chair.
The deadlines loomed close, like a cloud overhead,
While writers block nonsense danced ’round in my head.
With coffee in hand and my laptop aglow,
I typed out my blog but progress was slow.
When out on the road arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
Tripped over my slippers, and went down with a crash.
The moonlight shimmered like diamonds at play,
While my cat did his best to get in my way
When what to my weary eyes should appear,
But a glittering sleigh and eight happy reindeer.
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I squinted and thought, “Character study, maybe St. Nick?”
More rapid than adverbs his reindeer they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now Plotline! Now Premise! Now Conflict and Setting!
On Protagonist, Antagonist—no time for regretting!
To the top of the page, to the end of the scroll,
Now dash away, fly away, far from the North Pole!”
Like dry leaves that dance in a hurricane’s spin,
Inspiration struck hard I felt it within!
Back to my keyboard, I dashed with a scurry,
Fuelled by the magic of Santa’s flurry.
So back to my laptop, I furiously typed,
Every word of my story with some added hype (obviously)
Until morning arose and the sun kissed the trees,
My draft was complete without ChatGPT
And I heard Santa chuckle as he flew out of sight,
“Happy writing to all, and to all a good night!”