Not even the Merry Church Mouse,
All the stockings were hung on the doorknobs with care,
with hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there,
The kitties were nestled all snug on their step,
while visions of tuna filled their heads as they slept,
And I in my pj's and Pa with a grin,
had just pulled up the covers with thoughts of sleeping in.
When out in the driveway there arose such a clatter,
we sprang from our bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the basement, Sasha flew like a flash,
Aeris stood up and yawned and thought Sasha quite brash.
The street lamp as it shone on the three week old snow,
cast an odd orange glow on objects below.
When what to our computer tired eyes should appear,
A a red-suited man with a bunch of reindeer.
He snuck in through the side door and went straight to his work,
He filled all the stockings and turned with a jerk.
Then Aeris, she sniffed at the jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw it, in spite of myself.
He scratched at her ears and patted her head,
He gave her a treat and then said, "With you, off to bed"
Then leaving the house as quick as he came,
He jumped in his sled and picked up the reigns.
And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!"
