There was a deep, deep silence all about the house,
Bar the crunching of the bones of
a poor dead mouse.
The cat, she’d had fun, the
chase had been long,
But the mouse was now eaten, even
the tail was gone.
During her pursuit, baubles
had been smashed,
The tree-topper dislodged, came
down with a crash,
She’d torn all the crackers
until they were shredded,
A large vase of flowers was now all
deadheaded.
In spite of this destruction,
she’d woken up no kids,
So settled down to sleep, was about
to close her lids,
But then there was a noise, a
grunt and a groan,
From the chimney it did come, this
dulcet tone.
And just a minute later, two boots
did appear,
Followed rather promptly by a
sizable rear.
But with the room in ruins and
full of detritus,
The cat thought, ‘HIDE! Better not
let him find us’
But quick was dear old Santa, for
he needed to be,
And seeing such destruction, and
the fallen tree.
Cursed to himself and stared at
the cat,
Before he drew a wand, from his
big red hat.
He whispered very quietly and the
tree was uprighted,
The baubles lights and crackers, were
all reunited,
And happy with his work, he placed
his gifts around,
The cat it seemed had scarpered,
nowhere to be found.
So, Santa having finished fancied mince
pies and cream,
But found the cat sat sitting and looking
quite supreme.
She licked her lips all
delicate, appearing very happy,
And said to Santa in ‘Meow’, that
he had better hurry.
Santa saw the clock and gave the
cat a wink,
Was up and out the chimney before
she’d even blinked.
And with a Ho, Ho, Ho, he shouted
his goodbye,
As the reindeers and his sleigh,
zoomed off into the sky.
So, everything was silent, all
about the house,
But . . . WAIT, WHAT . . .!
Was that the squeak of another
mouse?
