Sing We Now of Christmas–Booklover Christmas Carols, Part One

Victorian Christmas carolers.jpgI have a silly side.  Aggie Sloan-Wilcox, my mystery series sleuth evolved from that part of me.  Undoubtedly, that’s why I love writing the Ministry is Murder novels so much.  Solving mysteries AND being just a little bit silly?  What a way to spend my afternoons.

I discovered my silly Christmas carol side several years ago when I began to mentally rewrite Christmas carols for booklovers.  Now, I can’t remember why or how it started.  Who cares?  That’s what being silly is all about.  But over the years, this unfortunate trend has continued.

This year I decided it was time to share my carols with you.  There’s something for everybody on the booklover spectrum.  So consider these my Christmas presents to my faithful blog readers.  “Mary Reader” my “Good King Wenceslas” tribute to readers everywhere who wish there was more diversity at the bookstore, is featured at reading group guides this week.  

Meantime stay tuned for a second installment of carols on my next blog.  When I’m silly, I’m really silly!

Oh Manuscript-the unpublished writer’s carol

sung to the tune of “Oh Christmas Tree”

Oh manuscript, Oh manuscript, how graceful are thy phrases

Oh manuscript, Oh manuscript, how witty are thy pages

Your prose is always strong and clear

Your characters are flawed but dear

Oh manuscript, Oh manuscript, God speed your New York journey


Oh manuscript, Oh manuscript, returned to me this Yuletide

Oh manuscript, Oh manuscript, mourned by me this Yuletide

How swiftly seasons come and go

How swiftly came the old heave ho

Oh manuscript, Oh manuscript, you’ll fuel my Christmas yule log.


Cover Art-the romance writer’s carol

sung to the tune of “Jingle Bells”

Cover art, Cover art, racy all the way

Oh what fun it is to see what the artist had to say-ay

Cover art, cover art, racy all the way

Oh what fun it is to see what the artist draws today


Dashing for the mail

On the way to work one day

I spied an envelope, with postmarks bright and gay

I opened it with care, and stared at what I saw

A handsome man, a gorgeous babe, both lounging in the raw



My editor is grim,

My protest made no friends

Chests and breasts sell books, I have to make amends

I promise I’ll be good, I won’t complain or whine

But when it hits the stores and shelves I’ll claim it isn’t mine


Let it Show, Let it Show, Let it Show-the editor’s carol

sung to the tune of “Let it Snow”

Oh, the novel you wrote is frightful

But the remedy’s so delightful

Since you claim you want some dough

Let it show, let it show, let it show


You’ve told us John loved Mary

You’ve told us things got hairy

But how do we know it’s so?

Let it show, let it show, let it show


When they finally kiss goodnight

And he hates going out in the storm

Don’t just tell us he holds her tight

Show us the ways they stay warm!!!


Oh my temper is slowly frying

As you tell me Mary’s crying

I want a blow by blow!

Let it show, let it show, let it show!



  1. Susan Lathen on December 9, 2009 at 5:59 am

    Emilie these carols are just too cute for words! And do have a Happy Christmas. 🙂

  2. Pat Sloan on December 10, 2009 at 10:51 pm

    sent you 2 emails girlie… are you online in FL??

  3. Emilie Richards on December 11, 2009 at 8:17 am

    Disorganized R Us. Will get back to you today. Wish you were here!

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