Chrissymouse Eve

Twas The Night Before Chrissymouse*

Twas the Night Before Chrissymouse,
We kitties were fed
To the top of our tummies.
So we all went to bed.

There was fussing aplenty
Fore we did lay to sleep.
But the dresser-drawer went
To Iza to sleep.

Ayla went for the shoe rack,
The top towel softest.
While Marley decided
On waterbed topness.

It could have gone better,
TBT thought afters
"The chimney's not swept
In a Year of Decembers".

But wisely he closed
The door of the room
When he heard the old Elf
Coming down with a boom.

"Oh Dash-it-all, Dash-it
I'm covered with soot
And I think I have
Injured my ankle and boot"

"And what's this? I'm consigned
To the basement as well?
That darn house designer
Is dumb as a bell".

But stumbling forward
He noticed quite near
Not some milk and a cookie,
But a pickle and beer!

"At least these cats know
How to give me some cheer!
The best snack I've gotten 
This whole day-long year".

Well all is not lost he thought to himself,
Let me what they've got,
Chirpie Chick, wand toys, mice
Well, already a lot!

"Quite lucky cats", he smiled and grinned, 
"But I have something special, not toys, I can give.
They each will get 1 extra life
And TBT good health for to help them to live"

"And I'll give them something visible
That isn't so material."
And set about arranging things
In ways that were quite magical.

"So when they wake this Christmas morn,
Their sleepy eyes shall see.
The proof that they are loved so much.
Underneath the Tree."

He spent not a planck-time
Arranging his work.
And when he was done,
Gave his nose a slight twerk.

Up the chimney he rose,
To the reindeer he whistled,
And away they all flew
Like a whisper of thistle.

He said not a word,
Far too busy for that.
But he surely does have
A great love for us cats.

We never did stir,
Not a sound we did hear.
We slept the most soundest
Of nights all this year.

*  From a previous year.   I just didn't think I could do better...  TBT