T’was the sixteenth of December
And I was driving myself nuts!
I erased and erased,
Following entire sentence cuts!

Nothing I wrote
Seemed to quite work.
Please tell me that help –
Somewhere it doth lurk?

I’m going to be late,
T’will never be done on time!
I could see the calender turning.
I could hear the clock chime.

But, still, this short story,
Was leaving me a blank!
I’m drowning, I’m drowning!
Someone send me a plank!

The cursor kept blinking,
The page was just… white…
Not a single word or sentence,
Was gracing my sight.

Oh what will I do??
I have my story all planned!
When will the words for this story,
Instead of fleeing in my brain – land?

To the KING be all the glory!

T’was the fifteenth day of December
And the highlight of my day,
Was the blessing of going to church,
After many weeks away.

The sermon was on humility,
Christ, exaltation, and pride.
To think what Christ left to come,
To manger, at an animals side!

I hung up my snowflake garland,
That I’d made a few days before.
Did I mention I love Christmas carols?
We sang some as we did up the chores.

Then, as the silence of night fell,
I watched a movie – unsure of the name.
What I saw wasn’t great, but okay –
We’ll see my opinion at the end of the same.

To the KING be all the glory!

T’was the fourteenth day of December
Bells and drums, whistles and strings –
I regaled myself with Christmas music –
One of my favorite things!

T’was the thirteenth day of December
And after our work was done,
Rosy, Gracie, and I played a game,
Long after the setting of the sun.

We pushed our squares in place,
Laughing when we made a mistake.
Tallied our points on a list –
But really playing for fun’s sake.

At last the hour began to grow late,
And the time came to retire for the night.
The game was finished up and put away,
Not even the box was left in sight.

To the KING be all the glory!

T’was the twelfth day of December
And I spent a rather late night,
Curled up with my cantankerous laptop,
Staring at it’s screen so bright.

Typing a little bit here,
Then glancing down at my phone.
For my movie played there steadily,
For my computer was cranky alone.

Consequently not much writing,
Flew from under my hands.
My fingers too often froze –
Which wasn’t set in my plans.

Now, it’s so late, I must stop,
Leave this novel for the morrow.
Oh – wait… I have a different deadline?
Can I just the rest of the night borrow?

To the KING be all the glory!