'Twas the night before Christmas, in a house not so small, Where pets were the kings and queens of the hall. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, Hoping that Saint Nick soon would be there.
But this was no ordinary Christmas Eve night, For the pets had a plan that was quite a delight. Max, the Golden Retriever, with a tail wagging bright, Was the leader of the pack on this magical night.
He gathered his friends, a diverse little crew, Bella the cat, Polly the parrot, and Mickey the mouse, too. They all had a mission, so secret and grand, To make this Christmas the best in the land.
The humans were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of pet antics danced in their heads. And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my 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.
What to my wondering eyes did appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer. With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
But what was this twist in the tale, you ask? The pets, they were helping – an incredible task! Max was guiding the reindeer, with such skill and ease, While Bella used her paws to help sort the keys.
Polly was chatting, repeating with glee, "Merry Christmas to all, and all a good night, hee-hee!" Mickey scurried around, so nimble and quick, Ensuring that each stocking was filled by St. Nick.
They worked as a team, so efficient and merry, Even though the workload was quite extraordinary. The pets filled the stockings with bones, balls, and mice, (Well, toy mice for Bella, which she thought were quite nice).
As they finished their task, they heard St. Nick exclaim, "You pets are the best, each by name!" "Thanks, Max, thanks, Bella, thanks, Polly and Mickey, Your help tonight made this job less tricky!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
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 on his chin was as white as the snow.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
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, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
As the dawn broke, the pets all snuggled in tight, Dreaming of their adventure on this Christmas night. The house was filled with joy, laughter, and cheer, Thanks to our furry friends, Christmas was extra dear.
So here's to the pets, each one so unique, For bringing us happiness, week after week. May your holidays be merry, your spirits be bright, Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!