’Twas the night before Dragon Con, when all through the house

All the creatures were stirring, even Pinky the mouse;

The cosplays were hung by the door with care,

In hopes that attendees would soon stare;

The children were all wild running through the house;

While visions of the Yule Ball danced in their heads;

And mamma in her corset, and I in my bald cap;

Had just energized our brains for a long weekend’s celebration.

When out on the highway there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my craft room to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I soared,

Switched on the camera and pushed record.

When what to my tired eyes did appear,

But a caravan of Cult of Marriott Carpet vehicles rumbling near!

And I whistled, and shouted, and called the cosplays by name:

Now, Harley Quinn! now, Dr. Who! now, Wonder Woman and Batman!

On, Goblin King! on, Belle! on, Negan and Antman!

Now drive to the parade! Drive away all!

So down I-85 the drivers they flew

With their trunks full of pie, and seats of cosplayers, too.

And then, in a minute, they disappeared ’round the bend,

But I knew, after all, it wasn’t the end.

For although it’s just Wednesday, the Atrium’s wall to wall;

So let’s get this party started: Happy Dragon Con to all!