This Christmas season.
Santa Claus to a writer: “What do you want for Christmas?”
Writer: “A bestseller.”
Christmas morning the writer wakes up to find the latest New York Times bestseller wrapped and under his tree.
Next Christmas season.
Santa Claus to the same writer: “What do you want for Christmas?”
Writer: “My own bestseller.”
Christmas morning the writer wakes up to find the latest New York Times bestseller autographed to him by the author wrapped and under his tree.
The Christmas season after that.
Santa Claus to the same writer: “What do you want for Christmas?”
Writer: “A bestseller that I wrote.”
Santa looks at the writer for a minute then says: “You’ve come to the wrong place. I bring presents not miracles.”
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