‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
The cat’s running wild, in pursuit of a mouse;
The stockings once hung by the chimney with flair,
Fall to the floor as fur flies through the air;
The children once nestled all snug in their beds,
Now screaming as cat’s claws run over their heads,
And Mamma in her onesie, earplugs in deep
Had just settled down for a well deserved sleep.
When out in the hallway there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway I ran like a flash,
Trod on some Lego and tripped over the cats
The moon shining in on the carnage did show
That the cats had decided the mouse it must go;
Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, how did it get in here?
The tiny old driver, so nimble and quick
If the cats caught this guy they’d make breakfast of Nick.
More rapid than eagles I suddenly saw
It wasn’t a mouse but the man they abhorred
“Now! Ginger, now! Fluffy, now! Creampuff and Jason,
“Leave the old man alone, and stop with the chasin'”
To the top of the sofa! To the bench in the hall!
With his sack on his back, not a present did fall!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the rooftop St Nicolas flew,
With the sleigh full of toys — the cats after him too!
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The scratching of claws and each magical hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
The cats in pursuit and now covered in soot;
A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
And he looked like a madman as he ran from the cats:
His eyes — how they twinkled! Countenance alert,
Breath coming fast from the chase did exert.
His droll little mouth was fixed in a line,
Determined to outrun the miniature lions;
The top of a bag ripped open with teeth,
As the cats they encircled the man like a wreath.
From his hand like confetti cat treats he did toss,
With food as a weapon the man he was boss.
He was chubby and plump, but light on his feet,
As he lay down the presents there under the tree.
A wink of his eye and a quick friendly nudge,
Soon let me know that he held no grudge.
He spoke not a word, and continued his work,
And patted the cats who’d acted like jerks;
And then all was quiet his job now complete,
He wished me good night and said get some sleep.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, while I gave Fluff a tickle:
And I heard him exclaim, as he flew through the fog —
Merry Christmas to all, that’s why I own a dog.