Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The mouse was quite still, hid under a chair,
Hoping that Treacle would not find him there.
Bear told the young cats that if they’d been good
On Christmas Day there’d be presents and food.
So they hung up their mittens and curled up to dream
Of treats and of turkey and saucers of cream
And on Christmas morning, like all girls and boys
The children were busy unwrapping their toys
The kittens chased paper and played hide and seek,
While Bear* found a safe place to go back to sleep.
*When my grandson was learning to talk he found Bear's name quite confusing. For a time every black animal was 'bear', including my hens
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