Tis' The Season

Twas' several nights before Christmas.
When all through the house,
only the cats were stiring and not the dog.
The stockings are hung on the wall.
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there

Nobody's home to be nestled in their beds,
So no visions of sugar-plums dancing in heads.
And mamma in the car, and hubby too,
Had just taken a drive to see all the sites.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
And nobody home to see what was the matter.
Back to our home we flew like a flash,
Tore out the camera and threw up the flash.

"Now Dasher! now, Vixen! Who did this to you!
On, neighbors! On, family! On, whoever this was!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"