Twas the night before christmas and all through my house all my creatures were stirring, even the mouse The snake tubs were were racked in the snake room with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The reptiles were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of feeder rodents danced in their heads And Bob in his birdcage, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winters nap, When out on Bobs cage there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the kitchen I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen parrot, Left me awestruck, as if beaten over the head with a carrot, When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a giant Great Dane,the size of a deer With a growl and a bark so lively and quick, I knew in a moment that I must be quick. More rapid than beagles the pets they came, And Bob whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: Now, Ruby! now Scout! now Cat - get out!!! all this barking and screaming is giving me gout! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! The feathers and fur were a blur to us all! As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the feathers they flew With the cage full of toys, and the parrot too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The paws of the cat, trying to remain aloof. A small feline he had flung on his back, And he looked like an alpha male just leading his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His great giant mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a dog biscuit he held tight in his teeth, And his confidence, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he barked, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old dog, And I laughed when I saw him, despite my brain fog; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Toots gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, Barked at Bobs cage; then turned with a jerk, And laying his paw into the side of my nose, And giving a nod, off the floor he rose; He sprang to my height, the bird gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard Bob exclaim, ere he flew out of sight— “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 14:48:12 +0000
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