The Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Gir soon would be there;
Nosey was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in her head;
And Gracie in her sweater, and Binx in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Ella sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Morgan flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to Ella and Morgan’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny “reindeer”,
With a plump little driver, so lively and quick,
They knew in a moment in must be St. Gir.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he purred, and meowed, and called them by name;
“Now, Bessie! Now, Izzy! Now, Allie and Whiskers!
On, Lolly! On Lurch! On, Maddie and Jake!
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 flu,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Gir too.
And then, in a twinkling, Roscoe and T-Bone heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little paw.
As Indie drew in her head and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Gir came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his tail,
And his fur was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys and treats he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes – how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the whiskers on his chin were as white as the snow;
The stump of a treat he held tight in his fangs,
And the stench of tuna encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old cat,
And Angel and Sandy laughed when they saw him, in spite of themselves;
A wink of eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let Madison and Flea know they had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave barks and meows,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Lucky and Kallie heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” Meow!