Every creature was purring, except for a mouse.
Knit stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
While visions of parakeets perched in their heads;
Had just settled her brain for a long winter's nap,
She sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the kitchen she flew like a flash,
Where a cat was pursuing a mouse in the trash.
But first she would pour a tall glass of Merlot.
Then what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But twenty-two cats hauling ass in high gear,
He could turn on a dime though the floor was quite slick.
More rapid than cheetahs the felines they came,
So he ran down the hall and the cats did the same.
"Stop Patches! Stop Muffin! You’ll wake up the kittens!”
The Mouse took a left at the end of the hall.
Hid your eyes now ‘cause fur’s heading straight for that wall!
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
Each under the other; yes all twenty-two!
and noses, and whiskers, and ears, and claws.
Mama picked up her wine, and was turning around,
When back up the hall ran that mouse, kitchen-bound.
And she yelled at her cats once again to “Stay put!”
But her bundles of joy had begun to un-stack,
It looked like a scene from an old Tom and Jerry.
And then the Merlot, well it started to flow.
Mama finished her drink in four gulps and a sip.
She hiccupped and burped, and it tasted like jelly.
And she reached for some catnip she kept on the shelf.
A wink of her eye to a peering gray head,
Let the little mouse know he had nothing to dread.
Cats pulled in their claws, and they started to smirk.
The effect of that stuff on a kitty-cat’s nose,
And they all climbed upon her, like the down on a thistle,
And I heard her exclaim, as she sank out of sight…
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.