The cat’s christmas

T’was on a cold December night,
When snow lay on the ground,
And not a soul had ventured out,
And no-one made a sound.

Snow covered every garden,
There was snow on all the roofs,
There was not a footprint to be seen,
Except for reindeer hooves.

No-one heard the sleigh bells,
Or the sounds that reindeer make,
And no-one heard the “Yo Ho Ho”,
Cos no-one was awake.

A rustle from the chimney,
And a crimson cloak appears,
Then there stood Father Christmas,
As he has for years and years.

He crosses to the Christmas Tree
With presents large and small,
He does not see the Pussy Cat,
But the Cat has seen it all.

The Cat sat watching Santa,
And he saw him leave the house,
But he did not see that Santa left,
A gift wrapped catnip mouse.

By John Peters

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