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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The tail-socks were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that dear Santa Paws soon would be there;
The fluffies were nestled, in a big, snuggly heap;
While visions of nachos danced through their sleep;
And Fluffy in her kerchief, and Draco in his cap,
Had just settled their fursuits for a long, winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
Darth jolted to the floor, wondering what was the matter.
Away to the window, Bear flew like a flash,
Tore open the valance, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breasts of the sexy snow-bear,
Glimmered and shined, making passerby stare.
When what to Demillion’s eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer
With a little old driver, shaking with guffaws,
Shorty knew in an instant, it was old Santa Paws
More disjointed than jellyfish, his transformed deer came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
Now Turgius! Now, Theron! Now, Bastiel and Jac!
On Vella! On Xenon! On, Flykat and Stormak!
To the top of the tree-house! To the top of the wall!
Now, dash away, dash away, dash away, all!
As drunk griffons will try to dance and squawk
When met with an obstacle; the deer cursed and balked
How they got up to the housetop; who knew?
With the sleigh full of toys, and Santa Paws, too
And suddenly, Nightfirer could hear on the roof
The stamping and slipping of each cloven hoof
As Namloos was wondering where he’d last heard that swear,
Down the chimney Santa Paws came, with room to spare
He was dressed in velour, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of treats he had flung on his back
And he looked like a ferret, rooting for a snack
His eyes, how they twinkled! His jowls, how saggy!
His fur was like snowflakes, and his tail was all waggley
His wet nose shined in the Christmas light glow,
Santa Paws wore no boots, as his black claws showed
His red tongue was hanging down in between his teeth
And a big, bright green bow poked out from beneath
He had a long face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly
He was chubby, and plump, a right jolly old hound,
And the three shivered slightly, as his sack hit the ground
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Stripe to know, he had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the stocking, then turned with a jerk
Then, laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his sleigh, barked commands to his team
They all complained, “it’s like paddling upstream!”
But Truth heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”