Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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A little holiday greeting.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my room
Were bunny girls bitching, and portents of doom,
And fairy tale murders and pandemic flu—
My friends hope my holiday dreams won't come true—

And Tara is working on graphics so fine
To help and promote that new novel of mine
(The first in a series both shiny and new,
With Verity, mice, and a cryptid or two).

I'm writing you now from a Disney World dream,
Where I am ensconced with my favorite team:
It's Vixy and Amy and Patty and Brooke,
Oh, the trips we will take and the trips that we've took...

Two thousand eleven is quite nearly spent!
Oh, the things that we did, and the places we went!
I'm still with the agent—now more than three years!
She still knows I'm crazy, and yet she's still here.

Five Toby adventures are there on the shelves,
Full of wise-cracking Cait Sidhe and put-upon elves,
Another adventure is coming this year,
Which ought to be good for your holiday cheer.

In March, meet the Price girls, and Blackout in May
(My evil twin, Mira, says you should obey),
And then in September, there's Ashes of Honor,
And you know that somebody's prolly a goner.

InCryptid and Velveteen, Babylon Archer,
And so many more are prepared for departure
At seanan_mcguire the updates are steady—
I'm keeping you posted. You'd better get ready.

The year yet to come will bring wonders galore,
And I can't start to guess at the great things in store,
So whatever you celebrate when the world's cold,
Be it secular, modern, or something quite old,

I hope that you're happy, I hope that you're warm,
I hope that you're ready to weather the storm,
And I wish you the joys that a winter provides,
All you Kings of the Summer and sweet Snow Queen brides,

And I can't wait to see what the next year will bring,
The stories we'll tell, and the songs that we'll sing.
The dead and the living will stand and rejoice!
(I beg you to rise while you still have a choice.)

The journey's been fun, and there's much more to see,
So grab your machete and come now with me,
And they'll hear us exclaim as we dash out of sight,
"Scary Christmas to all, and to all a good fright!"
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