Merry Kittymas To All

'Twas the night before Kittymas
When all through the house  
Not an creature was stirring,  
Not even the mouse. 

The kitties were snuggled  
And snuggly in their beds,  
While visions of homemade cat treats  
Danced in their heads. 

Their stockings were hung  
By the water bowls with care,  
In hope that Santa Paws  
Soon would be there. 

Out on the rooftop  
There arose such a snarling,  
I knew Santa Paws  
Was having trouble landing. 

I leaped on the sofa,  
Stuck my nose to the curtain.  
"There he is!" I meowed
"It is him, I'm certain." 

What to my deep blue eyes  
Should appear,  
But Santa Paws himself  
In his kitty sled with the reindeer behind. 

He squeezed and meowed till he was a purple cat  
when finally through the kitty door he went,  
Then he stopped and smelled the air  
As he picked up a scent. 

The fresh-baked cat treats we left him  
Were by the kitchen table. 
The kitties had baked them  
and still warm to the touch. 

He went about his work  
With never a meow,  
Filling the stockings  
With cat toys piled high. 

He waved at us   
With his mittened paw.  
Although I was hiding,  
'Twas my little nose he saw. 

Out the kitty door he went  
In oh such a scamper,  
Jumped on his cat sled  
And yelled out, TUNA 

The eight reindeer team  
Were raring to go.  
They hated prancing  
in the snow. 

I could hear him meowing
As he flew out of sight   
"Merry Kittymas to all!
And to all a good cat nap!" 

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Volume 6, Issue 25, Posted 9:40 AM, 12.09.2014