Posted on 2008-12-24

Listen my Dwiggies and you shall hear
of the midnight ride of Santa dear
'twas the 24th of December in two-thousand eight
There are still yet many of us here
who remember that famous year and date.

He said to his elves, if the snow doth fly
with a barouche full of gifts for all to receive
should we by land or by air best try?
By air is faster I do believe.

Thus with a dash he left the North Pole
In search of the homes of many JAFF-loving souls.
The gifts in his bundle were quite different this year
for many poor authors had lost their muses so dear
So along with the toys, candy and cheer,

He delivered to each Dwiggie her belov'd muse
So that by their efforts they could others amuse.

Just as the moon rose up in the sky,
The chimneys he saw and knew he was nigh
to deliver to all the dear children and Dwiggies
Toys, muses, stories, chocolate and figgies.

For he knows what occurs when the muses depart
The plot bunnies rebel and the poor authors lose heart
And when severe, how the scones do fly
And scalding hot tea do some readers apply
When authors are too delayed in their posting.
Man, those folks sure take a roasting!

So then with a chuckle Santa down chimneys descended
To authors worldwide he so lovingly tended
And he hoped through his gifts he could others inspire
To write the fanfiction the Janeites require
(and that he and Mrs. Claus so earnestly desire!)

So house after house he stealthily visited
Bringing hope to all whose writing's been inhibited
By lack of inspiration--he thus provided the cure
To grateful Dwiggies in order to procure
More stories for all to enjoy and to relish.
(and even for some to unabashedly embellish!)

Our dear Dwiggie Santa prays that by this measure
To authors encourage, his hopeful endeavour
To write the stories we all do so treasure

That later he can read in his bedside with Mrs. Claus;
The stories, (even with some grammatical flaws)
That generally meet with much joyful applause

From all the friendly and encouraging authors and readers
At the Derbyshire Writers' Guild---there's no fandom sweeter!

And thus with a sackful of gifts (and the AWOL muses)
He delivers joy to everyone both boys and girls.
And then off in the barouche sled he then cruises,
Through the night air as the winter snow whirls
Back home to his laptop on which he then peruses

The URL which has become his favourite site.
Yet before checking to see the new posts,
He and Mrs. Claus have themselves a Christmas toast
And wish Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!