I couldn't help but to adapt this classic poem for those of us with
fuzzies.  Hope Clement Clarke Moore doesn't mind!
 
Twas' the night before Christmas, when all through the house
(Hey, I thought you were in your cage!)
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
(fuzzies - get back to bed!)
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
(hey, leave those there!)
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
(They won't hang in your hidey hole!)
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
(stop that, their ears ARE clean!)
While visions of sugar-plums danced in thier heads;
(put that sugar plum back!)
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
(hey, stop pulling on the tassle)
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
(why are the covers moving?)
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
(oh no, did I leave an open soda can out?!)
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
(what did those fuzzies get into now?!)
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
(hey, no tripping me ferts!)
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
(Ouch, not my ankles!)
The moom on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
(Sorry, it's too late to go out and play in the snow)
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
(Hey, how did the fuzzies get up there!)
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
(Get back down here little fuzzlets!)
More rapid than eagles his courses they came,
And he whistled, and shouted and called them by name;
"Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
(Wait, that's too far to jump!)
As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
(Hey, no stealing from the toy sack!)
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
(Oh no, don't nip at their paws!)
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
(No, no climbing in Santa's pant leg!)
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
(Please, no rolling in the soot!)
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
(All fuzzies - out of the sack!)
His eyes - how they twinkled, his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
(Oh no, are you nipping Santa's nose?!)
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
(No! Don't go in his beard!)
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
(Stop war-dancing around Santa!)
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
(Wait, is that a fuzzie playing in his jacket?)
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
(No laughing, you're pear shaped too!)
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
(You're not trying to bite his toes, are you?!)
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings;
(hey fuzzie, out of the stocking!)
then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose,
(Oh no, you did nip it!)
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
(No, you can't go up the chimney, get back here fuzzies!)
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
(No, he's not whistling for you! I have the treats!)
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."
("Maybe I'll get a ferret, I think that I might!")
 
Hope everyone is enjoying the holidays, and all the craziness
that comes with them (and everyday!) when you have fuzzies!
 
Dooks
Risa
[Posted in FML issue 3996]