A Visit from St. Kitty Claus!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that ST. KITTYCLAUS soon would be there;

The Kitties were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of catnip toys danced in their heads;
The Dog in her Antlers, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

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.

The moon on the creast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, 

But a miniature sleigh, and eight make that seven tiny reindeer, 

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Kit.
More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and WHERE'S BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my paw, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Kitty came with a bound.

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

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
Laying her toe pad aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose;

She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, as she drove out of sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL KITTIES, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT