Christmas

‘Twas the Night!

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse … catcher.

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The stockings were hung by the chimney with care

In hopes that some ribbies would soon be in there;

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The kitties were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of tuna treats danced in their heads;

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And Jeff in his kerchief, and Aubrey his cap,

We’d just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,

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When out on the street there arose such a clatter,

Howard sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window he flew like a flash,

Tore open the curtains (almost!) and stood up on the sash.

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The lights on the tree and the carefully placed snow

Gave the lustre of “can’t wait” to the presents below,

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When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and just four (!) tiny reindeer,

With a little cute driver, so lively and blue,

We knew in a moment it must be Little Huw.

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More rapid than kitties his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

Now, Bulldog! now, Kitty! now, Poly and Lora!

It seems for next Christmas, more kitties are in order!

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To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now Aubrey! Dear Aubrey! Oh my, you are tall!”

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As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the house-top the kitties they flew,

With the sleigh full of ribbies, and little Huw too.

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And then, in a twinkling, we heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of that cute little woof.

As Howard drew in his head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney little Huw came with a bound.

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He was dressed all in blue fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all perfect, no ashes and soot (… it is Huw, after all);

A bundle of ribbies he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

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His eyes—how they twinkled! His curls, oh so merry!

His cheek curls like roses, his nose a blackberry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

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The stump of a ribbie he held tight in his teeth,

And the crumbs they encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

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Not chubby or plump, but a right jolly old elf,

And we laughed when we saw him, up there on the shelf;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave us to know we had nothing to dread;

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He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his paw aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

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He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a bark,

And away they all flew like a campfire’s spark.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”

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With love from all of us to all of you, wishing you all a very merry Christmas!

Be That Dog!

 

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