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]