Kittens Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Nothing was stirring, except kittens playing with a toy mouse
While waiting for Santa Paws to appear
The kittens were chewing on the puppy’s ear
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that they couldn’t reach them up there
We tucked the kittens into little fleece beds
While visions of catnip danced in their heads
Mama and I headed upstairs to our beds
While thoughts of the chaos to come filled our heads
When from the living room, we heard such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
The wreath which had hung on the door
Is now scattered in pieces upon the floor
The stockings that hung in a neat little row
Now had a hole in each one of the toes
The tree was subjected to bright – eyed whims
And now, although splendid, is missing some limbs
I told the kittens to be good
And hoped they really understood
They touched noses with me and scampered away
And knew that everything would be okay
Watching them play the thought came to me
That theirs is the spirit that Christmas should be
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