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. (Grandma got run over by a reindeer, (walking home from church on Christmas Eve, (Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa, (but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!) (Now you know the whole story) For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand For DejaVu Christmas contest by Debbie Guzzi