Twas the night before Christmas, all snug in my bed,
With visions of sugarplums dancing in my head; But little did I know, a surprise was in store,
As my cat, Mr. Whiskers, ran across the floor; The tree was all glittery, adorned with delight,
But Mr. Whiskers had turned it into a sight; He climbed up the branches, a furry little thief,
And sent ornaments flying, oh what a relief; As I rushed to the chaos, trying to save,
My Christmas spirit wavered, but I had to be brave; With laughter erupting, I couldn’t stay mad,
For who could resist such a whimsical lad?
