Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even my mouse..

And so I lay nestled all snug in my bed,
While visions of royalties danced in my head.

When out of my laptop, there rose such a clamor,
"You have mail!" it sang out in a musical manner.

'Twas a note from my agent, that jolly old elf
He said that my book had just flown off the shelf

And the Times said the work was a pleasant surprise
and should easily garner the Pulitzer Prize!
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__JimR (granted permission for me to share)

BTW, For cat lovers of all ages -- Jim's perennial animated Christmas Story can be viewed at: http://www.fromtheheartpostcards.com/xmas/bxp2.html
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Vicki
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