and all through the building
many creatures were stirring
keeping Lydia from snoozing.
Although there were plenty of presents under other trees
There were none yet from Lydia for her family.
On Black Friday and Cyber Monday, why hadn't she been shopping?
Why hadn’t she planned ahead instead of starting then stopping?
Instead she had frittered her December away
Working on a new case, a murderer to put away.
She hadn’t sent a card—not even one to a friend
Or decorated, or baked any cookies to send.
she wouldn't pause to rest or even to eat.
But finding the perfect gift for everyone on her list
might take a Christmas miracle or a strange plot twist.
But Lydia hoped by Christmas, that she and Santa Claus
would wish all the world (including those with paws)
a very Merry Christmas filled with love and peace
and no murders or vice (until book number three).
(with humble apologies to Clement Clark Moore and distinguished poets everywhere)