Here is my Christmas gift to you. From our house to yours, Merry Christmas and hope you enjoy.
Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the house,
No cats were stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Hung high enough to keep cats unaware.
All of us snuggled warm in our beds,
3 cats in their places, having been fed.
I, in my jammies and Mike in his suit (birthday, that is)
Had just fallen asleep. Ahhhhh…all was mute.
When out by the tree there arose such a clatter, we sprang from our bed to see what was the matter.
Away down the hall, we flew like a flash – tore open the door and stood there aghast.
The tree lights shone down and cast such a glow
As to give us some insight on objects below.
When what, to my wondering eyes should appear but one tiny mouse and 3 cats in high gear.
This little mouse was so agile and swift. He darted by footstool and under the gifts.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came. And as they flew by, we called them by name:
Oreo! Bradley! And Friend, what the hell? Get the heck back here and *($%^ we yelled.
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, we saw only white fur and ribbons go by.
We tried our best, honest we did. But that mouse darted past and the cats flipped their lid.
While standing on tip-toe, Mike steadied the tree. Think he was praying to God, when a cat gripped his knee.
He lay down in pain whilst mouthing some words, and beasts swirled around him, a thundering herd.
A birthday suit chase wasn’t really that smart. To heck with the gifts, protect the…part!
Battle continued, the warfare ensued…we sat there in shock. We knew we were screwed.
E’en now I wasn’t ready for slaughter. I turned, closed my eyes and the battle got hotter.
Paper was shredded and ornaments cracked. The room was a mess and that is a fact.
And then I spied him, the mouse on a shelf. I thought he was cute, in spite of myself.
His eyes, how they twinkled. His dimples – how merry!
But his dang little body was gruesome and hairy.
I called for the cats and begged them for murder. They answered the call with all of their fervor.
Legs were a’flyin as they began to scurry.
The picture brought to mind was Moe, Larry and Curly.
Amongst the commotion, out the mouse flew
with cats close behind, but I think they were duped.
Once more round the tree, just for good measure.
Mousie it seems, was getting his pleasure.
Just then the mouse turned and I swear had a grin.
Up the chimney he ran, to all our chagrin.
Another girl might’ve felt dismal and sad.
Down in the dumps and horribly bad.
While another girl might detest this barrage.
Me, I’m an artist. I’ll use the bits for collage!
WISHING ALL OF YOU THE VERY MERRIEST OF CHRISTMASES AND HAPPIEST OF HOLIDAYS!
Thank you for reading this past year.