Yep. You guessed it! This Wednesday was our Christmas Holiday Party!
This is a special day at Sarasota Writers.... We bring our loved ones and introduce them to the other folks who are helping us chase our dreams and pushing us to grow and be better in our writing.
The first part of our meeting was spent chatting, hugging, and sharing our best holiday wishes with one another....and then we got down to business.
Don Westerfield kicked us off with a Christmas poem he'd written that called to mind warmth, comfort and love.
Kitt Crescendo read a poem on behalf of George Collias, author of Myahmuh: a Novel of Miami, Florida and Sandspurs: Limericks by a Native Floridian. I'm posting it below for the enjoyment of those from the group who weren't able to be there to appreciate his playful wittiness.
The Night Before Christmas (with apologies to Clement Moore)
'Twas the night before Christmas and at the Nokomis F.D.
All the writers were stirring, except maybe me.
All the writers were stirring, except maybe me.
I had over-eggnogged it before the meeting,
And at the moment my head was taking a beating.
And at the moment my head was taking a beating.
We had all ordered pizza as energy for the night,
And the growling of stomachs had grown to its height.
And the growling of stomachs had grown to its height.
Kitt began speaking, I think about IMAX,
Or it could have been something that sounded like climax?
Peter had a new book and he gave a great talk,
I knew if I had to follow him I'd just have to walk.
JoAnne read some good stuff about sailing and boats,
I roused myself and began taking illegible notes.
When from the parking lot we heard a noise so shrill,
Had the pizza guy's car hit my Honda Fit's grill?
Then there crashed through the door a man who, for some reason,
Was dressed all in red - was Dominos observing the season?
Over his shoulder this bearded guy had a huge sack,
There was surely enough pizza there to feed our whole pack.
George shouted "Food!" and tackled the guy,
Rod ripped his bag open and yelled, "Where is the pie?"
We all crowded over him, looking for eats,
Any pizza would do whether vegetarian or meats.
We found dolls and trucks, zombies and plastic pheasants,
But there was no food inside, only lots of crummy presents.
Then the man in red bellowed, "I'm not the pizza guy with yummies!
Don't you know Santa Claus when you see him, you dummies?"
We were astonished and pleaded, "We're sorry!" and more,
But dragging his bag, he stormed through the door.
We saw him mount a sleigh and yell, "Go!" to his deer,
Then they all flew away - let me tell you, that was queer.
We were sure he'd be back with toy trains and fudge,
For Santa's not known for holding a grudge.
But we heard him exclaim as he clutched his torn cap,
"If you think I'll be back next year, you're all full of crap."
Megan Brown was back from college and read a peace she'd written for the holiday. Although it was untitled, it was definitely full of the Christmas spirit: Peace, the Christmas Tree and what it symbolizes, celebration, joy and gifts. It really was quite lovely.
Ernie Ovitz took us to his newest Work In Progress, a sequel to The Seventh King. In this piece we are introduced to Nicholas, Bishop of Myre. He's been teaching the young children of the Roman empire. He's looking on as they play, enjoying their innocence and joy...and very concerned about what lies ahead. Why was this appropriate for Christmas time? Because that Bishop later becomes Saint Nicholas.... We all thought it was a really cool historical tie to the night.
Jim Kelly, author of From The Ember and the Place shared some of the poetry from the 5th grade class at Englewood Elementary where he spends some time helping to draw out the out-of-the-box thinkers and poets in the fertile minds of the younger generation. Their work under his guiding hand is truly impressive.
Beth Rice, author of I'm Adopted, I'm Special and Animal Tales blog, made a triumphant return to our group after a several week hiatus. She announced that one of her pieces had been published in the Florida Writers Association's official publication, The Florida Writer! If you have a subscription, you'll find her poem (untitled) on page 33.
Author of Adventures of a Sea Hag, JoAnne Phillips, shared a poem she wrote entitled "My Perfect Man." This poem talked about the fact that the perfect man isn't always perfect in appearances, but in the way he treats her, the respect he shows her...and all the other intangibles that matter so much in a long termed relationship. It was quite romantic in the way that true unconditional love can be.
Kerri Dieffenwierth made the fantastic announcement that she'll be teaching at State College of Florida where she'll have the opportunity to create her own curriculum to inspire and teach in composition. We know she's going to be a rock star. (Some of us maybe even mentioned coming to sit in on her classes...)
After much discussion about our next meeting, we decided to forego our first meeting in January as everyone would rather be celebrating New Years Day watching football or enjoying family. We will reconvene on Wednesday, January 15, 2014.
Happy New Year, Everyone!
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