Happy Holidays!

December 25, 2017

MuseTracks wishes you a safe, joyous holiday filled with peace, love, and laughter.

 


‘Twas the Night Before Christmas – 2017

December 20, 2017

This will be the 8th straight year I post my rendition of a classic holiday poem. You could say it has become a tradition. The only variation is the fantasy Santa. Hope you enjoy!

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even my wireless mouse;

The laptop glowed blank
With all creativity kaput,
My Muse took a holiday
From inspiring my book;

The NaNo craze had ended
I’m in edits neck-deep,
While visions of “the end”
Dance out of reach;

Exhausted from writer’s block,
And with my satin sleep mask,
I had just curled into bed
For a short catnap;

When out on the street
There arose such a thunder,
I sprang from my bed
To see what was the rumble.

Away to the window
In fuzzy slippers I sprang,
I stumbled and tripped
And drew back the drape.

The vapor lamps casting pools
Of pale light on the street
Gave the luster of mystery
To objects beneath,

When what to my wondering eyes
Caught my sight,
But a red ragtop muscle car,
And eight Harley bikes,

With a super hot driver
And smirk sinfully salty
I knew in a moment
It must be Tom Hardy.

More handsome in person
His buds they came,
And I whistled and squealed
As he called them by name.

“Now Johnny! Now Reynolds!
Now Momoa and Tatum!
On Hunnam! On Hemsworth!
On Franco and Heughan!

To the edge of the curb!
To the end of the way!
Now pull over! Pull over!
Pull over here, I say!”

As the growl of engines
Revved and roared,
Testosterone oozed
From their very cores;

So up to my house
The hotties they drove,
With Tom Hardy in the lead
Of this tasty treasure trove.

And then in an instant,
I heard them out front,
The back-slapping and laughing
Of each manly hunk.

As I wiped the drool
And raced to the den,
In sauntered Tom
A true perfect Ten.

He was dressed all in leather
From his head to his boots
Just like in my dreams
He was lip-smacking good.

A bundle of goodies
He’d flung on his shoulder,
With his smooth swagger
He simmered and smoldered.

His eyes—how they seared!
His lips, how inviting!
His jawline so strong,
His smirk too enticing!

His russet goatee
Was trimmed just right
And his dark tousled hair
Gilded in the firelight;

The end of a toothpick
He held tight in his teeth,
And he took off his jacket
And rolled up his sleeves;

Leather wristbands and tattoos,
And flawless firm rear,
Completing the package
All but brought me to tears.

He was lean and fit,
A right sexy heartbreaker,
And I fanned my face,
As ideas struck my story-maker.

A wink of his eye
And I nearly swooned,
Naughty or nice?
My thoughts lampooned;

He spoke not a word
But went straight to his work,
And left festive presents
As I giggled and lurked,

And smiling at me
My Muse had more than awaken,
And giving a nod,
Tom left me a-quaking.

He hopped in his convertible,
Gave a whistle to his team,
And away they all drove,
Leaving me to scheme.

But I heard him exclaim
Ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas Writing to all.
And to all a good night.”


The Twelve Pirate Days of Christmas

December 13, 2017

Pirates and Christmas? But, of course! Let’s get into the holiday spirit with a remake of a favorite classic Christmas carol. Grab a mug o’ rum and sing along with me!

The Twelve Days of a Pirate Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, a pirate gave to me
A fine ship to sail the deep blue sea.

On the second day of Christmas, a pirate gave to me
Two treasure maps
And a fine ship to sail the deep blue sea.

On the third day of Christmas, a pirate gave to me
Three black flags,
Two treasure maps
And a fine ship to sail the deep blue sea.

On the fourth day of Christmas, a pirate gave to me
Four bags of loot,
Three black flags,
Two treasure maps
And a fine ship to sail the deep blue sea.

On the fifth day of Christmas, a pirate gave to me
Fiiive golden rings,
Four bags of loot,
Three black flags,
Two treasure maps
And a fine ship to sail the deep blue sea.

 

On the sixth day of Christmas, a pirate gave to me
Six swords a-crossing,
Fiiive golden rings,
Four bags of loot,
Three black flags,
Two treasure maps
And a fine ship to sail the deep blue sea.

 

On the seventh day of Christmas, a pirate gave to me
Seven sirens singing,
Six swords a-crossing,
Fiiive golden rings,
Four bags of loot,
Three black flags,
Two treasure maps
And a fine ship to sail the deep blue sea.

On the eighth day of Christmas, a pirate gave to me
Eight anchors weighing,
Seven sirens singing,
Six swords a-crossing,
Fiiive golden rings,
Four bags of loot,
Three black flags,
Two treasure maps
And a fine ship to sail the deep blue sea.

On the ninth day of Christmas, a pirate gave to meNine sails a-flapping,
Eight anchors weighing,
Seven sirens singing,
Six swords a-crossing,
Fiiive golden rings,
Four bags of loot,
Three black flags,
Two treasure maps
And a fine ship to sail the deep blue sea.

On the tenth day of Christmas, a pirate gave to me
Ten guns a-firing,
Nine sails a-flapping,
Eight anchors weighing,
Seven sirens singing,
Six swords a-crossing,
Fiiive golden rings,
Four bags of loot,
Three black flags,
Two treasure maps
And a fine ship to sail the deep blue sea.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, a pirate gave to me
Eleven loyal crewmen,
Ten guns a-firing,
Nine sails a-flapping,
Eight anchors weighing,
Seven sirens singing,
Six swords a-crossing,
Fiiive golden rings,
Four bags of loot,
Three black flags,
Two treasure maps
And a fine ship to sail the deep blue sea.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, a pirate gave to me
Twelve full kegs of rum,
Eleven loyal crewmen,
Ten guns a-firing,
Nine sails a-flapping,
Eight anchors weighing,
Seven sirens singing,
Six swords a-crossing,
Fiiive golden rings,
Four bags of loot,
Three black flags,
Two treasure maps
And a fine ship to sail the deep blue sea.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New year!


Happy Holidays!

December 25, 2016

From our family to yours, have a safe, joyous holiday filled with peace, love, and laughter.

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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

December 21, 2016

This year, the poem features someone new.

Twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even my wireless mouse;

The laptop glowed blank
With all creativity kaput,
My Muse took a holiday
From inspiring my book;

The NaNo craze had ended
I’m in edits neck-deep,
While visions of “the end”
Dance out of reach;

Exhausted from writer’s block,
And with my satin sleep mask,
I had just curled into bed
For a short catnap;

When out on the street
There arose such a thunder,
I sprang from my bed
To see what was the rumble.

Away to the window
In fuzzy slippers I sprang,
I stumbled and tripped
And drew back the drape.

The vapor lamps casting pools
Of pale light on the street
Gave the luster of mystery
To objects beneath,

When, what to my wondering eyes
Caught my sight,
But a red ragtop muscle car,
And eight Harley bikes,

With a super hot driver
And smirk sinfully salty
I knew in a moment
It must be Tom Hardy.

More handsome in person
His buds they came,
And I whistled and squealed
As he called them by name.

“Now Johnny! Now Reynolds!
Now Downy Jr. and Tatum!
On Hunnam! On Hemsworth!
On Franco and Heughan!

To the edge of the curb!
To the end of the way!
Now pull over! Pull over!
Pull over here, I say!”

As the growl of engines
Revved and roared,
Testosterone oozed
From their very cores;

So up to my housesb10066697q-001
The hotties they drove,
With Tom Hardy in the lead
Of this tasty treasure trove.

And then in an instant,
I heard them out front,
The back-slapping and laughing
Of each manly hunk.

As I wiped the drool
And raced to the den,
In sauntered Tom
A true perfect Ten.

He was dressed all in leather
From his head to his boots
Just like in my dreams
He was lip-smacking good.

A bundle of goodies
He’d flung on his shoulder,
With his smooth swagger
He simmered and smoldered.

His eyes—how they seared!
His lips, how inviting!
His jaw line so strong,
His smirk too enticing!

His russet goatee
Was trimmed just right
And his dark tousled hair
Gilded in the firelight;

The end of a toothpick
He held tight in his teeth,
And he took off his jacket
And rolled up his sleeves;

Leather wristbands and tattoos,
And flawless firm rear,
Completing the package
All but brought me to tears.

He was lean and fit,

 
A right sexy heartbreaker,
And I fanned my face,
As ideas struck my story-maker.

A wink of his eye
And I nearly swooned,
Naughty or nice?
My thoughts lampooned;

He spoke not a word
But went straight to his work,Merry Christmas greeting card lights and snowflakes vector background
And left festive presents
As I giggled and lurked,

And smiling to me
My Muse had more than awaken,
And giving a nod,
Tom left me a-quaking.

He hopped in his convertible,
Gave a whistle to his team,
And away they all drove,
Leaving me to scheme.

But I heard him exclaim
Ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas Writing to all.
And to all a good night.”


Happy Holidays!

December 25, 2015

MuseTracks wishes you a safe, joyous holiday filled with peace, love, and laughter.

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Happy Holidays!

December 25, 2014

May you find peace, laughter, and love this holiday season!

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