Monday, December 24, 2012

Twelve Days of Giveaways Day THIRTEEN with Karen Cantwell!


Happy Christmas EVE and to the Thirteenth day of TWELVE Days of giveaways! Yes. . .thirteen! And I'm excited to have author Karen Cantwell take us into Christmas Day with her rendition of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas! Be sure to leave a comment to be eligible to win an ebook copy of Karen's new novel, Saturday Night Cleaver! The winner will be posted at the end of tomorrow's blog post!



'Tis the Night Before Christmas
A Barbara Marr spin on a classic

'Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the house, every creature is stirring, even the mouse (trapped in the corner by our cats Indiana Jones and Mildred Pierce).
The stockings are hung from the banister (our chimney mantle fell during the last earthquake...) with care, in hopes that Barb and Howard St. Nicholas, soon will be there.

The children simply will not go to their beds,
Six-year-old Amber is howling that she's been misled;
"You told me Santa was real!" she sings her sad song.
"But Callie just told me it's been you all along!"

"Callie!" I scream while the mouse-chasing cats clatter,
"What?" teen Callie whines. "She watches TeenNick, I didn't think it would matter."
I throw up my hands in a flash of exasperation,
And ponder the legalities of placing a teenager on probation.

Eleven-year-old Bethany shrugs and chimes in,
"I knew Santa was a sham," she says with a grin.
"When I was only three," she guffaws, "it was clear.
Come on! Who believes in flying reindeer?"

I take a deep breath, gather my thoughts very quick,
And point Bethany and Callie upstairs threatening a swift kick.
Then calming Amber down with a kiss and embrace,
Set her on my lap, and make my motherly case:

"See, Santa is real if we believe in our hearts,
And that's something that can't be measured on scales or charts.
Anything is only true, if it's true for you,
So don't listen to your sisters. They're full of doo doo."

"Now what do you say, we rescue that poor little mouse,
Then get you to bed, before Santa flies right past our house."
She smiles and sniffles and rubs her nose with her sleeve,
"That sounds real good, can we call him Steve?"

And thus is the drama in the Marr house Christmas Eve,
I hope yours goes better, doesn't cause you to grieve.
May your holiday be joyous and wondrous and bright.
Merry Christmas to all and to all, a good night!
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Karen Cantwell is the author of the hilarious Barbara Marr Murder Mystery Series and other Barbara Marr short stories and holiday tales. Her most recent release is Saturday Night Cleaver.


19 comments:

  1. Really enjoy this series. Happy Holidays. Thanks for having this contest.

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    1. Karen is an amazing writer! I love all her stories!

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  2. If you don't believe in my house then you won't find any presents with your name on them under the tree! Merry Christmas! I believe!

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  3. I love it! Karen you are a genius with words.

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  4. Great story! I told my kids if they didn't believe they would only get sock and underwear. I still believe!

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    1. I tell mine the same thing, only they'd get nothing!

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  5. Now that's a fun twist on an old classic. Thanks, Karen!

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  6. I love the poem!! have a Merry Christmas!

    Risa

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  7. Thank you, all! And thank you for having me at your blog today, Tonya! Merry Christmas and a MOST Happy New Year!

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    1. How fun! I loved having you here! Thank you!

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  8. I love this series, and Saturday Night Cleaver is even better than the first ones. So, please (if I win, haha) give my copy to another lucky person. I couldn't wait to get it free, so I got it from Amazon. I was lucky to find it there the other day. Merry Christmas, Karen, and thanks for a Barb & Howard poem today.

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  9. Love it, Karen! :) I can just imagine the madness.

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    1. Hahhaa! It sounds like a lot of fun though!

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