2014

At the end of our second decade of making these stories, we had to do some typoe of wrap up.

T’was the night before Christmas, some 20 years ago,
What should we do? We searched high and low.
An idea was formed that came to fruition,
And that moment started an annual tradition.

We decided to write our own holiday cards,
After all, we said, “It can’t be that hard.”
The ideas started coming, but the time, it grew short.
Every year we wonder if we should abort.

Coming up with the idea is the hardest part,
Finding a story that works, and comes from the heart.
Then collecting our thoughts, and finding the time
To take all the words and put them to rhyme.

Most of the time, it’s at the last minute,
We keep procrastinating, yes we admit it.
It is a tough job, and not to be crass,
It gets harder each year to pull these out of my… looking glass.

Through two decades 28 stories were created,
Looking back at them now, some are really outdated.
But they all made us smile, and quite often smirk,
Because in each one we had wonderful quirks.

All the stories that came were full and diverse,
We’d find an idea, and on paper, disperse,
The words would come and the rhyme would form,
And there weren’t any standards to which we’d conform.

The story would start, and possibilities abound,
We’d work it all through to see what we found.
In the end was a tale of which we were proud,
And once in a while we would read them aloud.

The stories we created were all meant in fun,
And we’d love to go through them all one by one.
But we haven’t the time, much less the paper,
We soon must be off to some other caper.

We talked about Jedi, and the one named Luke,
And we talked about dogs, not one of them Duke.
There were the years when we had our kicks,
And touched on a no-no, and talked politics.

We spoke of Florida, and our lovely new home,
And then remembered there’s just no place like Gnome.
We thought then of software on the cutting edge,
But it felt too much like a wee ledge.

We told a tale of those lost in space,
Danger, Danger Will Robinson, we all did embrace.
Again Science Fiction and someplace far, far away,
It all just sounded like a great space ballet.

There were stories of the past and the future sublime,
And they all sorted out to their own place and time.
Technology was the theme with internet shopping,
And gadgets guiding Santa to keep him from dropping.

There were vampires one year, and strange holidays the next,
How it came about might make you perplexed.
There were many other stories and one with clichés,
I even put in an index to meet you halfway.

But what plans for the future, what will we see?
Can we come up with stories for you and for me?
The stories will come, of that I am sure.
It’s just like an illness, one with no cure.

What subjects will we write on, what might be on tap?
Maybe we’ll get ideas from a new cell phone app.
They’re making more Star Wars, new episodes,
By golly, I think we’ve just found the mother lode.

There will always be something topical, I’m sure,
That will entertain and hopefully not bore.
At this point the second decade comes to a close,
As to what futures will come, only the Shadow knows.

So here we are with a cup of good cheer,
Wishing you the best for a jolly good year.
And you’ll hear us proclaim as we type through the night,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good write.

Copyright Ó 2014 by

Brian and Shirley Dean