Friday, December 24, 2010

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.


  1. Why are you writing books and not poems for a living? No doubt that many of Emily Dickinson's poems contain phrases like 'kicked in the groin.' Well done. Merry Christmas to you as well. See you in 35 seconds.

  2. Brava! Great poem! Merry Christmas!

  3. Brodi you are such a delight! Love this poem. I agree cancer doesn't deserve a rhyme. ;)

    I hope you have an incredible Christmas weekend surrounded by your family! Savor every minute!


  4. Robin- Merry Christmas to you!

    Aubrey- Hugs back at you!

  5. merry christmas brodi!!!
    may the new yr. be filled with lots of great things to blog about!

  6. Wow, Brodi! You've outdone yourself. That was awesome! How long did it take you to write?

    Merry Christmas! I hope you have a wonderful holiday with your family!

  7. Dorien- Filled with things to blog about... that would be the best Christmas present ever!

    Jenni- Ha ha. I wrote it this morning. And it shows, I'm afraid. Merry Christmas to you!

  8. You're right. Cancer doesn't deserve a rhyme. Hilarious and wonderful all in one. Well done, Brodi.

    Merry Christmas!

  9. Thanks L.T.! You are too easy to please. Merry Christmas to you!

  10. Clever girl. Thanks for sharing and Merry Christmas!

  11. Donna- Thanks for reading! And Merry Christmas.

    Merry Christmas to you, Jenilyn! Have a happy new year.

  12. I think you should revise your book to make it rhyming verse. Just sayin'.

  13. Heather- That book would be filled with a whole lot of ugly.