Christmas Haiku

It's nearly chrimbo time, so in true homework style, Jacob was set to do an English haiku. I thought it was brilliant. Here it is:

There's snow, but no rain.
The big man is on his way.
Children go insane.

Class. He even incorporated the seventeen sounds, or syllables.
Arigatou gozaimasu.

It's ready.

The novel that I've been sweating over for eleven years is finally ready for publication. I can damned well taste it now. But...but I've got to wait for my proofreader - just in case.
Godspeed my reader. Read like the wind.
Then it will be here. New Rochdale Police Department will be born. Nugus, Padraic and Rosie will breathe literary air. Jenny will fight, Webster will plot, Grimshaw will plan. Vaughn will kill. Maurice will die. Maurice will die.
Soon.