Twas the night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, all snug in my bed, With visions of sugarplums dancing in my head. But little did I know, a surprise was in store, As my cat, Mr. Whiskers, knocked over the door. He leaped on the table, where cookies were laid, A feast for a feline, his mischief displayed. With a swipe of his paw, the milk spilled like snow, And I woke to a scene that was quite the show! The tree stood all glittery, adorned with delight, But Mr. Whiskers had turned it into a sight. He climbed up the branches, a furry little thief, And sent ornaments flying, oh what a relief! As I rushed to the chaos, trying to save, My Christmas spirit wavered, but I had to be brave. With laughter erupting, I couldn’t stay mad, For who could resist such a whimsical lad? We cleaned up the mess, shared a giggle or two, As the clock chimed midnight, my heart felt anew. For Christmas is laughter, and memories bright, Even when Mr. Whiskers causes a fright! So here’s to the moments that bring us together, The funny little stories that last through the weather. With love and with laughter, let’s cherish the cheer, For Christmas is magic, and that’s perfectly clear!