SNIPPETZ WEEKLY MAGAZINE ®
Nick-Snips TRADITIONS AND TRADEMARKS By Nick Yanez
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t’s been a whole year now. Yes, that’s right; you’ve been reading an entire year of the random banter better known as Nick Snips. What a year it’s been. There was a blackout at the Super Bowl. There were political mishaps and miracles; world tragedies and triumphs. There was the meteoric rise of Miley Cyrus. 2013 brought a tornado of new ideas. The year also saw us bid farewell to old memories and ways of life. While Nick Snips came to fruition, another former stepping stone was stomped. So, quickly, I’ll tell you the story of this young writer’s journey to the middle. If you recall, Nick Snips was not my first venture into a journalistic career at the vivacious paper-magazine, Snippetz. No, as a younger man I found myself writing a glorified advertisement every week for a little local establishment known as Pinz Bowling Center (I clearly have a thing for companies that end in the letter ‘z’). Many of you probably remember Pinz for its handsome brown-haired Kitchen and Front Desk worker (wink). Some of you may better remember it because four times a month you found yourself reading a misleading article that eventually traveled down a path of shameless advertising for bowling leagues, pizza, and bar parties. It was a fun time writing those articles. But eventually, all good things come to an end. Fortunately for aspiring young writers in Monument, Colorado – there’s always something on the horizon when you work for a charming Chicago-bred newspaper mogul who adores your special brand of charm. So in the end, I was able to continue writing my articles with more freedom than ever. I mean, have you ever read a Nick Snips? Over half of them literally have nothing to do with your day to day life. It’s fantastic. I’m getting to a point here, I swear. The thing is, I miss something about those Pinz’ articles. Every year I had a holiday party or Christmas special to promote. So, for those couple of years, I wrote a poem the week of Christmas. It was from Pinz to you; like a special little stocking stuffer, guaranteed every year to whiten your smile. I usually based it on a poem
that was already written, changing rhymes here and there to apply especially to the subject at hand. Bottom line – while some things have to change with the pass of the holidays and the turning of the year, there’s some traditions you should never let go of; like your Christmas tree. Or perhaps a special dish your grandma makes. Or, for a better example, my awesome holiday poem! So here it is, a brand new annual poem, from me to you:
LISTENING FOR SNIPPETZ By Nick Yanez (Based on the poem Listening for Santa by Annabel Sheila) A squeak on the stairs. Could Santa be here? Better find your blankets, Pull them to your ears He comes by the chimney, That’s how he gets in Santa uses magic, they say To make himself thin You better keep still, Can’t make a peep. He doesn’t leave toys, Unless you’re asleep The door just opened Someone’s in your store! It wasn’t Santa after all, Just jolly saint George He’s bringing your Snippetz That paper you need To make your day better It’s enlightening to read And by day, Oh my, What were you thinking? Santa only comes By night, and he’s sneaky But today you have George And that paper to treasure Two days before Christmas To read at your pleasure And thank you dear reader, as I write on this pad, For reading our paper We’re grateful and glad Have a very Merry Christmas as you’re filled with good cheer, For, in a place like this, How could you not have a Happy New Year?
Feel free to send Nick an email anytime about his weekly column, or any leads you have for underreported stories he could write about, to NickSnipsMail@ Gmail.com
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