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.
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!