‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a zhu zhu mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Santa Baby soon would be there.
Kitty Paw was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of birdies and cat nip danced in her head.
Jeremy with his coffee and me with my blogger
Had just settled down to watch Christmas re-runs…no bother.
When out in the dining room arose such a clatter,
I jumped up from the couch to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little blue driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Flick.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a zhu zhu mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Santa Baby soon would be there.
Kitty Paw was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of birdies and cat nip danced in her head.
Jeremy with his coffee and me with my blogger
Had just settled down to watch Christmas re-runs…no bother.
When out in the dining room arose such a clatter,
I jumped up from the couch to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little blue driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Flick.
Merry Christmas, With Love
Kitty Paw, Mr. Flick and ME
