Twas the night before Christmas and nothing was stirring, except nine
fuzzies anticipating another Christmas morning.  Presents to run across and
wait for the boxes to be emptied so they can become the ultimate Ferret
Fort.  Paper to wrestle in, thrash through, and rip, shred, and tear.
 
Ribbons, bows, small toys already abandoned by children, ornaments, and
other small items of interest to a furry bandit ready for the taking by
any one of these theives.  Their hiding place may be behind the new
entertainment center, microwave cart, heavy reclining chair or sofa.
Anyplace their humans will dislocate a disk or pull a hernia trying to
move while trying to recover their lost article.
 
The morning is over, the Ferrets are exhausted, thoughts of treats running
through their minds as their humans lay them down in their freshly
furnished homes, full of new fleece sleeping bags, warm flannel shirts,
and to all a good night.
 
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL THOSE FERRET PARENTS OUT THERE FROM THE FURRY
CHRISTMAS FERRETS AT THEIR U.F.O. HOME.
[Posted in FML issue 2535]