A Christmas Story Told By the Dog

It's the night before Christmas and I and the cat, Patrol the house in search of that, Which could cause harm to kith or kin; Though the job is mine the cat is my friend, So he comes along to help where he can, And we have devised a workable plan. He'll give the call if he sees something strange, And I'll come a-runnin', that's what we've arranged. The war cry he gives is a terrible screech, And I have to admit it gives me the creeps. One night 'bout this time a few years ago, We thought we heard something outside in the snow. The cat crept up to the window sill, And he gave a cry that was eerie and shrill. The folks were all gone, they were at church, And up on the roof came a clatter and lurch. Then some strange old man in a funny red suit, Came down the chimney with a sack filled with loot. Without hesitation I was on the attack. None of our stuff would he put in that sack. Back up the chimney he flew in disgrace, And reindeer were running all over the place. They took off like a rocket, swooped low and then high. I swear that I never knew reindeer could fly. Some poor old lady was out in the street. Never knew what hit her, it was reindeer feet. Her husband stood staring in total dismay, And they sing about her to this very day. How on her way home from the church which was near, Grandma got run over by eight reindeer. It's the night before Christmas and I and the cat, Are on the alert but he won't be back. (now you know the rest of the story)