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!"