‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the flat
Not a creature was stirring, except for the cat.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The humans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sleeping late danced in their heads.
And kitty was trolling for a nice comfy lap
In order to settle for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
The cat opened an eye to see what was the matter.
Then Santa appeared with a wink and a grin,
Petting the kitty and tickling its chin.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of cat treats he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his chore,
Laying out catnip, sushi, tuna, and more.
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
Giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he put it in gear,
“Happy Christmas to all, and a dog-free New Year!”