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  • Posted on December 24, 2013 by in holiday

    The Night Before Christmas

    (As told by Covington Vet)

     ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

    Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

    The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

    In hopes that St. Gir soon would be there;

    Morgan was nestled all snug in her bed,

    While visions of sugar-plums danced in her head;

    And Binx in his ‘kerchief, and JoJo in his cap,

    Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

    Ella sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

    Away to the window Kitty flew like a flash,

    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

    Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,

    When, what to Ella and Kitty’s wondering eyes should appear,

    But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny “reindeer”,

    With a plump little driver, so lively and quick,

    They knew in a moment it must be St. Gir.

    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

    And he purred, and meowed, and called them by name;

    “Now Bessie! Now, Izzy! Now, Allie and Whiskers!

    On, Ginger! On Twix! On, Maddie and Max G.!

    To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!

    Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

    As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

    So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

    With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Gir too.

    And then, in a twinkling, Beau and T-Bone heard on the roof

    The prancing and pawing of each little paw.

    As Franklin and Indie drew in their heads, and were turning around,

    Down the chimney St. Gir came with a bound.

    He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his tail,

    And his fur was all tarnished with ashes and soot;

    A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

    And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

    His eyes – how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!

    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

    His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

    And the whiskers on his chin were as white as the snow;

    The stump of a treat he held tight in his fangs,

    And the stench of tuna encircled his head like a wreath;

    He had a broad face and a little round belly,

    That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

    And Bailey and Abby laughed when they saw him, in spite of themselves;

    A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

    Soon let Maverick and Flea know they had nothing to dread;

    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

    And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

    And laying his finger aside of his nose,

    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

    He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a purr,

    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

    But Lucky and Kallie heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

    “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”  Meow!

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