'Twas the month before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung on the quilt rail with care,
In hope that St Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were out, and not in their beds,
No visions of Christmas yet danced in their heads;
With Hubby at work, and cats who weren't bothered,
I got out the Christmas things stashed in the cupboard.
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter;
I got to the lounge and my camera did flash,
As the Tail Cat was giving my pine tree the bash!
"Tail Cat," I said, I won't give you an ounce,
Of licence to beat up my beautiful tree,
So please go outside and finish your tea!
I thought he might exit attached to a light,
Still blinking and twinkling and sparkling with glitter,
The whole tree would topple, attached to his flipper,
And the Magpie Cat sat with a smile on his face.
And moved things and changed things and found all the stickies,
I laid them all out on my old kitchen table.
From pine branch to pine branch with glitter a twinkle,