Strummin' my four string
- Nov 20, 2015
[B][SIZE=3][COLOR="#008000"]Twas the night before Catmas When all through the house Not a kitten was stirring Nor chasing a mouse The kitties were snuggled And tucked in their beds, While visions of cat goodies Danced in their heads. Their stockings were hung By the chimney with care, In hope that St. Kittyclaws Soon would be there. The kittens were nestled All snug in their beds While visions of catnip Danced in their heads Ma Tab with her whiskers And I in my cap Had just settled down For a winter's cat nap When outside the house Came such noise and such strife, So startled was I That I used up a life! I jumped to the window And gave a small 'mew' I perched in the moonlight Enjoying the view The sight of the snowdrifts So cold and so white Made me purrfectly glad To be indoors tonight! When, what to my wondering Eyes did appear But a feline sized sleigh And eight tiny cat-deer With a little old driver So lively and fit I knew in a moment He must be St. Kit So quickly they flew And with such grace they came Then Kittyclaws smiled And mewed out their names: "Now Felix! Now Patches! Now, Mittens and Muffy! On, Twinkle! On, Whiskers! On, Tiger and Fluffy!" As kittens will pounce On a fat ball of string Tails all a-tumbling, Ready to spring So up to the door frame The felines all flew With a sleight full of toys And St. Kittyclaws too And then in a twinkling I heard by the door The scratching and pawing Of each little claw As I drew in my head And was turning around Kittyclaws came Through the door with a bound He was dressed all in fur From his head to his feet And his whiskers were sprinkled With flurries and sleet A bundle of toys He had flung on his back And he looked lake a peddler Just opening his pack His eyes-- how they twinkled! His whiskers-- so merry! His tail was so fluffy, His nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth Was drawn up like a bow And the fur on his chin Was as white as the snow! The stump of a pipe He held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled His head like a wreath He had a broad face And a round little belly That shook when he purred! Like a bowl full of jelly He was chubby and plump, A right jolly old cat And I laughed when I was him Looking like that A wink of his eye and A flick of his tail; I knew our stockings Would bulge without fail; He made not a sound; He was silent and swift Each of the kittens Was given a gift He washed his paws quickly, And, twitching his nose, He gave me a nod Up the chimney he rose He sprang to his sleigh, And "meowed" to the team, They all flew away In the moonlight's soft gleam But I heard him meow Ere he drove out of sight-- Happy Cat-mas to all And to all a good night! [/COLOR][/SIZE][/B]
Christmas morning here in Australia. The grandkids have opened the presents under the tree. The big kids have been down to the beach for our annual Christmas morning swim in the ocean. We had our main get together last night, and this morning the two boys go their separate ways to their wive's families. Our daughter and grand children are here for Christmas Lunch, then they're off, too. It's a great time for families.
Missing my dad a bit at this time, I am fortunate to have spent all but a handful of Christmases with him, but no more, alas.
Merry Christmas to you all, and hoping the future is brighter than it has seemed at times this past year.
Happy Holidays everyone! I had a great time singing with my nieces on Christmas Day!