'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house.
Only Ianto was stirring, but not even a mouse.
The cookies were baked, put out, and ready.
But they hoped that St. Nick ate them slow and steady.
The owners and kids were all warm in their beds.
When dreams of St. Nick popped into their heads.
Stockings were lined on the chimney with care.
In hopes that cool stuff soon would be there.
Then came a noise that woke the whole house.
They ran down the stairs, not as quiet as a mouse.
They looked around in bewilderment at the sight.
For their wondrous dreams were interrupted at night.
The looked and looked and finally saw,
Ianto had knocked over the tree, nutcrackers and all.
But he had accomplices in this sticky situation.
Two cats were stealthy in help of this creation.
Stormy was in the tree, up at the top.
But Salem was at the bottom, wanting her to stop.
Ianto was barking, wanting her to come down.
But Stormy knew what was coming, so she just made a frown.
Ianto was clawing at the tall, tall tree.
Then the tree tumbled, on top of the three.
The tree was down and the cats were scared.
But Ianto was watching and just stared.
The family rushed down and saw the sight.
Some were furious, but some laughed with delight.
But they suddenly heard an enjoyable noise.
A jolly laugh that captured the girls and the boys.
Then came a man with a pearly white beard.
Then he spread love and a lot of Christmas cheer.
He wore oversized red and white robes.
He looked exactly like he did in the snow globes.
They watched him from far away, not wanting to be seen.
Santa was watching and was very keen.
But he didn't see us and just ate the food.
And that was a plus to the family's nervous mood.
He then stuffed the stockings with everything they liked.
Even some candy like Mike and Ike's.
Then he shot up the chimney, back to the roof.
Then there was a clop from hoof to hoof.
They ran outside and they looked up.
They all shushed each other, for all of them to shut up.
They heard him say something, into the starry night.
He yelled. "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
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Ianto and Santa
PoetryThis is a poem, dedicated to my dog, Ianto. It comes from an idea my mom had.