Little Cottage in the Northwoods

There are monsters underneath the bed, Daddy,
Please won’t you check, won’t you look and see?
And look in the closet they’re hiding in there – Oh! They must be!
I just know, in the middle of the night, they’ll come out and get me!
Daddy, Daddy, please tell them to go away – flee into the night,
I won’t be able to sleep until all those scary creatures are out of sight.
Don’t turn off the light, that’s when they wake up,
Daddy, please check again, I don’t think once is enough.

Five, four, three, two, one,
New Year’s Day has begun,
Say good bye to the old and hello to the new,
There’s a brand new year of adventures ahead for you.

Hanging mistletoe above your head,
Stringing lights of green and red,
Placing candy canes upon the tree,
You gather round,
Late night Christmas Eve,
That’s when Christmas comes to town.

“Ho, Ho, Ho,” Old St. Nick calls with a jolly laugh,
While children are waiting impatiently for their turn to sit on his lap.
In the middle of the shopping mall, you see the long line,
Children pushing through holiday shoppers–determined to get to him in time.
They know what they want, their lists are ready for Santa to hear,
Because they have been good–they say–all through the year.

With a bag full of gifts–Santa fills the sleigh,
His eight trusty reindeer leading the way.
Using his list, delivering toys this Christmas Eve Night,
Carefully making sure no one sees him–he stays out of sight.

Presents decorated with red ribbons and green bows,
Arranged under the tree–what’s inside only Santa knows!
A face as red as Rudolph’s nose–”Uh, oh! I’ve been caught!”
Embarrassed–trying to sneak a peak at what Santa has brought.

So everyone wait until Christmas, as Christmas morning arrives,
That’s the time to remember God’s gift of love is wrapped up inside!
That’s the real gift, the gift that can’t be found beneath the tree,
God sent His Son, His Son, Jesus–who died for you and me.

I’m always plotting a story in the back of my mind,
When I’m eating, sleeping — or any time.
My characters seem so very real to me,
A new chapter in their lives, I’m the first to see.
I keep a notebook full of titles, ideas, and character names,
For if even one little piece of inspiration is forgotten, it would be a shame.

I want to share my creativity with everyone,
Allowing people to see what I have done.
Let them sneak a peak into my imagination,
Writing is my life’s destination.

Walking into a library, nothing is heard,
But the faint sound of pages carefully being turned.
One day my book will be one of those turned pages,
Books being read by everyone, people of all different ages.

Walking through the door, the name of the best selling author is all you see,
Along the wall of a book store, one day that’s where my name will be,
Sitting on a shelf waiting to be picked up,
By an eager child or adult who can’t read enough.

On the front of a hard cover novel my name will stand out,
With a brief summary on the inside jacket to explain what it’s about,
Or my name on the front of a paperback book for a child,
With an incredible adventure inside to make them smile.
I want to be as famous as my favorite authors are,
And have someone say that I followed my heart.