The Night the Grinch Stole Our Muses

'Twas the night before Christmas and their pages were bare Not one word could they write, not one verse to declare The Grinch had snuck in, and in one fell swoop Had stolen the muses from poets on the "Soup"! It was the thing that all poets dread As visions of emptiness swirled in their heads No syllables floated to fill in the gap Some poets decided their contest to scrap! Then on the blog page there arose such a chatter Poets rushed over to see what was the matter The blogger's avatar was just a red sash She said she could get back the muses, for a large sum of cash Many of the poets thought this was a trick It was just a scheme to make money real quick But in the blink of an eye another blogger came He said that St. Nicholas was his real name! Now Heidi, now Anne-Lise, now Andrea and Jan They told us that St. Nicholas had a plan To the realm of the Grinch where green snowflakes fall St Nicholas would go and retrieve the muses for all! In no time at all he took to the sky And to the realm of the Grinch on his sleigh he did fly As the Grinch lay sleeping the muses he withdrew And to the Soup, again he flew He delivered the muses to all the poets around Poets started writing their words did abound They wrote of angels and bright stars, and things that uplift St. Nick had given them the muse as their gift Then St. Nick called for all his reindeer And soon he took off and flew out of there But they heard him say, before he left the site Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good write!!