A Cat’s Night Before Christmas
*with special Thanks to Clement Clarke Moore*
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a Creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
We kitties were snuggled, all tucked in our beds,
While visions of cat goodies danced in our heads.
Our stockings were hung by the cat bowls with care,
In hopes that Old Santa soon would be there.
And Mamma in her cat collar and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see that was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash.
I opened the shutters and slashed at the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects below.
When out on the rooftop, the noise was so purry
I knew furry Santa Claws was in a hurry.
And what to my lovely blue eyes should appear
But Santa himself in his full cat sled gear.
More rapid thatn cheetahs his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
“Now Tabatha! Felix! Now Tommy and Muffy!
On Mittens! On Spitfire! On Rascal and Fluffy!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of cat toys, and Santa Claws, too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard, to my awe,
The prancing and scratching of each little claw.
Old Santa Claws purred, through the kitty door went.
The he stopped and he sniffed, and he picked up a scent.
The cat treats we left him were by the back door.
We kitties had baked them an hour before.
He set about working, with nary a sigh
And filled up the stockings with cat toys piled high.
And white-bearded Santa Claws, jolly and fat,
Hauled a bag full of presents, and all for a cat.
“The best Christmas ever!” I thought with a purr,
Then I coughed up a hair ball and shed some more fur.
Claws waved once at me with his mighty cat paw.
Although I was hiding, my black nose he saw.
He flew out the kitty door, in such a rush,
Jumped right on his cat sled and howled out, “Mush! Mush!”
The eight Maine coon cat team was raring to go.
Their paws had grown chilly, as they stood in the snow.
I heard Santa exclaim, as he rose out of sight:
“Meowy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”