2021

After having written the first story, I wanted something that could add a little more humor. As I started thinking through, I came up with the familiar "what do I write on" when the idea of describing the story I needed to tell came to mind. Here's what came out.

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even the mouse.
I sat alone, staring, back in my den,
Trying to commit something to paper with pen.

A tale to write, a story to tell,
If it would just come to me, all might go well.
But I was having trouble, severe writers block,
This is something on which I refuse to talk.

The 11th hour was here, the time it was crunching,
Yet I sat over my desk with my shoulders hunching.
I looked at the page, an empty white void,
And into my head popped a familiar droid.  (no, wrong story)

The paper stared up at me, I stared back,
An idea was what I needed, which was something I lacked.
The story should be simple, moving here and there,
But with some plot twists to entice and also fear.

How should I frame it, which way should it go?
I’ll have to find the energies and go with the flow.
What would I need to turn this around?
A storyline, a plot, and characters abound.

A hero was needed, a great noble lord
Who cut evil to pieces with his bright, glowing sword.
Then a maiden of course, a damsel in distress
Whose beauty and wit were sure to impress.

But there must be balance, the good versus bad,
So a villain would be needed, and him I would add,
Yes, someone so-o-o evil with a dastardly plot.
Without this, the whole thing would just be for naught.

They would have adventures across noble realms,
Which I hoped would be gentle, and not overwhelm.
Something would go missing, and need to be found,
And it would take much more than just looking around.

A search would begin, a great noble quest,
Where the hero would be earnest, not at all in jest.
The damsel would be kidnapped, taken far, far away,
The hero’s search would be difficult, not child’s play.

The quest would take him to the forest, the desert, the stars,
I could see it all happening, and heard music from guitars.
A journey from the fields, to the city, a street
And there, the hero and the villain would meet.

Then a battle would ensue, a victor would be clear,
We’ll be on the edge of our seats balancing hope against fear.
Of course, the hero would win, and the villain would lose,
But then disappear into the nether, leaving no clues.

The hero has won, now his damsel to release,
Only to find she had escaped before the battle did cease.
But he would find her soon, and they’d live happily ever after.
And as I thought that my head simply filled up with laughter
For as the writer, I know, I’m the creator and adapter.
The story never ends, it just moves to the next chapter.

And now to put down, and then post
fore the midnight hour,
Which I then hoped readers would lovingly devour.
As I retire to bed, the dog gives out a ‘woof’,
What is this bloody noise up on the roof?

Writing a story takes effort and time,
And if we’re in luck, we’ll find a little bit of rhyme.
We hope you enjoy the offering this year,
And wish that it fills you with a bit of good cheer.

And to the writers and readers, everyone involved,
No story is endless, only unresolved.
We wish happiness and joy the next year through.
Merry Christmas to all, and may the plot be with you.

Copyright Ó 2021 by

Brian and Shirley Dean