Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.

For he in his night shirt and I in my gown,

Expecting a long nights sleep, had just settled down.


Then from the den came such a clatter

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

And there on the sofa lay our cat  Paws so still,

I knew at a glance that he was quite ill.

His eyes were rolled back, his mouth  in  a gap,

I picked him up gently and laid him in my lap.

He was limp as a rag, his tummy so swollen,

It was then I knew, Santa's treats he had stolen.

All the milk and cookies on the mantle

Had been eaten by this feline Santa.

I picked him up, tossed him right out of the door

And he won't be welcome inside anymore.

So if you see a my cat all dressed in red

With a bulge in his tummy, you'll know he's been  fed.

And if you happen to see a lump on his head,

Don't call me! I've gone back to bed!

ŠLora Cox