T’was the night before Christmas and all through the state
Not a furry was stirring, not even their mates.
The tails were all hung by chimney with care,
In hopes that Santa Paws would soon be there.
The cubs were nestled all snug in their beds,
With visions of Unthrocon dancing in their heads.
I with my ‘nog and my Rat with his brews,
Had just cuddled up for a long winter snooze.
When out in the yard there came such a clatter,
I zipped from my bed to investigate the matter.
Away to the door I sprung like a colt,
Shoo’d away the cats and unlocked the bolt.
When what to my eyes did I spy through my glasses,
But a conglomerate of boxes being pulled by furries and foxes.
The driver was fluffy with friendly smiling jaws,
I knew then and there, it must be St. Paws.
More rapid than fandoms his pullers they came,
He yipped and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now Marius! Now Staz! Now Jad and Roo!
On Klik! On Samara! On Gina and Yuriyuu!
To the top of the light post, to the top of the hall,
Now zip away, zip away, zip away all!”
So up to the rooftop the coursers did flew
With the boxes full of toys and Santa Paws too!
Then from above I herd where they put
The Stamping and clawing of each different foot.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the chimney came St. Paws in a single bound.
He was super fluffy from his head to his tail
In patterns so amazing and accented with scales.
A bundle of goodies slung over his back,
He looked like a vendor when opening his sack.
His eyes – how they shown, his freckles so merry!
His paws where like roses and his horns the color of cherries.
His trim little snout was drawn up like a bow,
And patches of his fur was as white as snow.
The end of a pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smoke encircled his horns like a wreath.
He had a meek face and collar of bells,
The shook when he laughed, keeping me under his spell.
A wink of his eye and a wiggle of his rear,
Soon let me know I had nothing to fear.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fluffed all the tails then turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger to the side of his muzzle,
He instantly vanished, me dazed and puzzled.
He leapt to his box, to his team a holler,
And away they flew , like a dwarven mauler.
But I herd him claim, before flying out of site,
“Fuzzy Christmas to all! And to all a good night!”