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 wanted

to make my holidays bright

I wandered aimlessly,

all around the house

I wasn't watching where I was going

and 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 negotiates

like the lost son of Hoffa

Then turns around and cheers with me

For Andy Roddick and my main squeeze Rafa

An editor who helps me

dot the i's and cross the t's

And when I'm going in circles, 

she talks me down from the trees

A husband who works a job

then at home pulls double duty

when it comes to our kids

who like to run down the street nudie

Two sons who constantly

keep me in stitches

and still need their mommy

when they fall down on their britches

A dad who's still with me,

Despite the knock at death's door

Cuz when cancer came calling,

He karate-chopped it in the groin

Sorry the above

didn't hold a rhyme

Cancer doesn't deserve it

Because 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 understand

the madness of a writer, 

and through their love and wisdom,

make any burden seem lighter

A critique group who's not afraid

to point out my manuscript's weak spot,

then work with me for hours,

in fleshing out my bleak plot

Blog readers who happily check in

Three times every week

and forgive me when I expose

My 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 Eve

I hope you hear my call

Merry Christmas to you,

Peace on Earth one and all.