The Deadline Before Christmas
By Renee Scattergood
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when on my laptop
Was an unfinished story, no better than slop;
I let out a groan, threw my hands in the air,
Then stood, and I muttered as I paced ‘round my chair;
The deadline was looming, oh that I did dread,
But worse, was the fact that I had been misled;
A call interrupted, I was needed asap;
I went only to find that it had been a trap;
My friends said, “It’s Christmas, so come celebrate;”
Didn’t they see I was already late?
I tried to escape, but was met with backlash,
So, I finally gave in, and I joined in the bash.
Next thing I knew, the bell had chimed midnight;
I had less than eight hours to sit down and write;
My salvation came in the oddest of ways;
When St. Nick had appeared, and said, “Why so malaise?”
I explained that I had a short story due,
And what I had written so far just plain blew.
He chuckled and said, “I’m going to venture,
That what you need is a grand ol’ adventure.”
St. Nick took my hand as we strode to his sleigh;
Then he said, “Let us board, no time for delay.”
I climbed into the seat and strapped on the harness,
And I thought, how’s it possible to see in this darkness?
St. Nick took the reins and gave them a shake,
Then cried out so loudly, thought the neighbors would wake;
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
The sleigh lurched forward, I was pressed to my seat;
I knew right then I was in for a treat.
We raced through the sky to spread Christmas cheer;
And I thought that space was the final frontier!
I watched as he handed toys out to good kids;
And we sipped our hot chocolates from mugs with tight lids.
He did something then that I hadn’t expected;
He gave, to the poor, all the food he collected;
Our exciting adventure was far from over,
We took off again as he shared his turnover.
I moaned as my mouth filled with luscious sweet berries,
Though I had wished it had been black cherries.
Just then a loud roar interrupted our snack,
A dragon descended, its scales were jet black;
I cringed in my seat, the beast gave me a fright,
But Nick, he just chuckled and said, “He won’t bite.
His name is Edmund; He is a good friend.”
I said, “Sorry great dragon, I didn’t mean to offend.”
The dragon snorted and let out a great chuff,
Then he flew off, disappeared in a puff;
“He was amazing,” I said to St. Nick;
He smiled and nodded, giving the rein a small flick;
All too soon the night had come to an end,
But I was filled with joy to have made a new friend;
Not only that, creative juices were flowing,
I had to write to keep my head from exploding;
In no time at all, I had finished my story;
It turned out to be a grand allegory.
If you are stuck and don’t know what to write,
Have a Christmas adventure, and you’ll be alright!