Twas the Night Before Christmas

The night before Christmas – The Kelpie Version
-written by our wonderful and very clever foster carer Fran Lennox

Twas the night before Christmas, and asleep were the dogs
Not a creature was stirring, not even a frog.
The stockings were hung where Red couldn’t eat
And young Harry was snoring, asleep on my feet

At last all were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
When out of the night came a pittery pat,
And the soft glowing eyes and the purr of a cat.

With a cheeky miaow she strolled into the lounge
And surveyed the scene
For the best place to pounce.
Top of the armchair
Or the cupboard right by?
So many choices for the best place to fly.

With a stretch and a wiggle
That feline took flight
Along with tinsel and baubles and miles of lights.
The crashing and cracking of each shiny ball
Could be heard from afar
As it fell to the floor.

Red woke with a start, his confusion was brief.
He and Harry went running to see off the thief.
But as they rounded the corner, what did they see?
That dumb cat wrapped in tinsel
Trying hard to break free.

Well, the dogs hit the tree and through the window it flew,
And the cat saw a chance and followed it through.
They sprang into action ,
Boy those kelpies can fly,
And followed the cat out that window so high.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

Well they all stood there staring,
Trying hard just to think.
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
With his reindeer and sleigh and presents galore,
I stood there in wonder and stared out the door.

“Now Lucky” he said to that naughty fat cat,
“There’ll be no more pouncing. Look! You’re tree is now flat”
“And I know that you think you’re just chasing a thief
But all good puppies should be asleep Christmas Eve”

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

With a magical wave he put everything right.
The tree was back up with its twinkling lights.
The stockings were soon bulging with treasure

While two kelpies and a cat
Watch on in rapt pleasure.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to the kelpies , good Night.