If you’re really starting to get into the Christmas spirit, you may enjoy this. It’s a poem by Carleen Coulter that takes “’Twas the Night Before Christmas” by Clement Clarke Moore and gives it a pet friendly twist. We hope you enjoy “‘Twas the Night Before Petmas” and wish you a very Merry Christmas.
Twas the night before Petmas when all through the pack
Not an animal was stirring, not even for snacks
The stockings were chewed by the chimney with care
In hopes that Santapaws soon would be there
The doggies were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of rawhides danced in their heads
And the cat in the cat tree and I in a lap
Had just settled down for long winter’s nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang, barked, and jumped to see what was the matter
Away to the window the cat flew with a flash
Hissed at the shutters and clawed up the sash
The moonlight was bright on the new fallen snow
Lighting up cat eyes that watched from below
Then what to the wondering cat eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh and eight dogs dressed like reindeer
With a funny man driver, who was breaking speed laws
I knew in a moment it must be Santapaws
More rapid than beagles, his coursers they came
And he whistled and barked, and he called them by name
Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the cat tree that sits in the hall
Now dash away, dash away, snacks for you all!
As dry leaves that before wild squirrel chasers fly
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So up to the dog house the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of cat toys and boney chews too
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing, and it made me go “woof”
As I threw back my head and barked like a hound
Down the chimney Santapaws came with a bound
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his snoot
And his clothes were all tarnished with dog spit and soot
A bundle of rawhides were flung on his back
And he looked like a dog walker opening his pack
His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples how merry
his cheeks were like dog biscuits, his nose like a berry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the cat played with his beard as white as the snow
The stump of a biscuit he held tight in his teeth
And the crumbs from it encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed like a dog dish of jelly
He was chubby and plump a right jolly old elf
And I barked when I saw him, in spite of myself
A wink of his eye and a pet on my head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word, but straightened his fur
Filled up the pet stockings, then turned with a purr
And laying a paw pad aside of his nose
And giving a nod up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his sleigh, to his dogs gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the fur of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim as the cat played with the lights…
Merry Petmas to all
And be good companions tonight!
Poem courtesy of: Carleen Coulter, http://www.babble.com/…/the-night-before-christmas…/…
