Lloyd ruins Christmas
‘Twas 17 nights before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even the cats’ toy mouse;
Courtney’s cat-themed stocking was hung by the chimney with care,
While Aaron’s big Super Mario sock sat across the room, longing to be there;
Courtney and Aaron were nestled all snug in their bed,
While visions of tomorrow’s work day danced in their heads;
Both in their jammies, their soft comfy bed such a trap;
Had just settled down after a couple of nightcaps,
When from downstairs there arose such a clatter,
Aaron sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Up and out the door he flew like a flash,
Nearly tripped over his socks and hit the floor with a bash.
The nightlight on the breast of the recently darkened stairway
Gave the lustre of late-night to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But their Christmas tree, toppled over, as if by a reindeer,
With a smashed tree angel, oh what a pity,
He knew in a moment it must have been the kitty.
Submitted by: Aaron