Every Fur down in Furville liked Christmas a lot...
But the Rat in the sewers of Furville, did NOT!

Dittman Rat hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his lair had no light.
But I think the most likely reason is this:
Dittman Rat's heart simply did not exist.

Whatever the reason, his heart or his lair,
He stood there and sulked, in the sewery air.
And the longer he heard the Christmas Eve bells ring,
The more the Rat thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
"I'm much too evil to let Christmas come now!"
"I MUST stop this Christmas from coming!... But HOW?"

Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
THE RAT GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

"I know just what to do!" The Rat laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Santy Claws hat, beard and coat.
And he chuckled, and said "What a great evil trick!"
"With this coat, beard and hat, I look just like Saint Nick!"

And so, when night came, and the Furs were asleep
He came out of the sewers, his home in the deep.
All the Furs were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square.
"This is stop number one," the old Ratty Claws grinned,
And he climbed to the chimney, and slipped himself in.
He slid down to the fireplace (no fire was aglow)
And the stockings that hung there were the first things to go!
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
The bright decorations, all merry and cheerful,
Were snatched by the Ratty Claws, all nasty and sneerful.

He stuffed all these things up the chimney with glee.
"And NOW!" grinned the Rat, "I will stuff up the tree!"

And the Rat grabbed the tree, and he started to shove,
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.

He turned around fast, and he saw a young Fur!
Little Otter-Lou Blue, who wasn't quite sure
What to make of the Ratty Claws who'd just appeared.
(After all, she'd been Furry for less than a year)
She stared hard and said, "Ratty Santy Claws, why,”
"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"

But, you know, that old Rat was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little Fur," the fake Santy Claws lied,
"This here Christmas tree is just not the right kind"
"You need fir trees, not pine, if you want to be "Firry","
"So I'll get one for you, and be back in a hurry."

And his fib fooled the Fur, so he got her some water,
And she went back to bed like a good little otter.

Then, when he was sure he had all of their stuff,
The Rat pushed the tree up to the roof with a huff!

And he did this all throughout Furville that night,
Stealing everything Christmas, 'til the dark became light.
The Furs would wake up soon, in ten minutes, or fewer.
So he took all his loot, and dumped it all in the sewer.

And what happened then? Well...in Furville they say,
They had the most miserable Christmas that day.
The furs were all selfish, and greedy, and bratty
And moaned and complained, to the glee of our Ratty
Who loved hearing all of the self-centered whining,
Of all the poor Furries who couldn't help crying.

And so, they were deprived of their joy and good cheer,
And that is how Dittman stole Christmas that year.