‘Twas the Night Before Petmas
Fun & Fuzzies
- Saturday, 21 December 2019
- Written by Meredith
'Twas the night before Petmas, when all through the pack,
Not an animal was stirring, not even for snacks.
The stockings were chewed by the chimney with care
In hopes that Santapaws soon would be there.
The pups and kittens were nestled snug in their beds,
While visions of rawhides danced in their heads.
And the cat in the cat tree, and I in a lap,
Had just settled down for long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang, barked, and jumped to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, the cat flew with a flash,
Hissed at the shutters and clawed up the sash.
The moon on the breast on new fallen snow
Lit up cat eyes that watched from below.
Then what to the wondering cat eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight dogs dressed like reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I gazed there in awe,
And I knew in a moment it must be Santapaws.
More rapid than beagles, his coursers they came,
And he whistled and barked, and he called them by name.
"Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away, dash away, snacks for you all!"
As dry leaves that before wild squirrel chasers fly
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
With the sleigh full of cat toys and boney chews, too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing, and it made me go “woof”!
Down the chimney, Santapaws came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his snoot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with dog spit and soot.
And he looked like a dog walker opening his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples how merry;
his cheeks were like dog biscuits, his nose like a berry,
And the cat played with his beard as white as the snow.
The stump of a biscuit he held tight in his teeth,
And the crumbs from it encircled his head like a wreath
That shook when he laughed like a dog dish of jelly.
He was chubby and plump a right jolly old elf,
And I barked when I saw him, in spite of myself,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word but straightened his fur,
Filled up the pet stockings, then turned with a purr.
And giving a nod up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his dogs gave a whistle;
And away they all flew like the fur of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as the cat played with the lights
"Happy Pawlidays to all, and be good companions tonight".