'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Little things stirred
No bigger than a mouse
They slip between shadows
Remaining unseen
Apart from their eyes
A sickly sliver of green
From the crack in the curtain
Or under the chair
There's a whisper of movement
You're not sure's even there
A flicker that tickles
The corner of your eye
That you just can't quite itch
No matter how you try
They're sneaky
They're silent
They lie there in wait
Biding their time
Until it gets late
The children are sleeping
Curled up in their beds
Whilst little things stare
Hungrily at their heads
But it isn't the children
That makes their tummies rumble
It's the man with the beard
Who down the chimney tumbles
They're waiting for him
To come bearing gifts
To scatter them round
With a flick of his wrist
They're waiting for him
And they're rubbing their paws
Oh, they're waiting for Santa
And they're sharpening their claws...
They've waited a while
For centuries in fact
To get their teeth into
The man in the red hat
And while he visits
Each child's house in turn
They're biding their time
Whilst their hunger grows
What's that on the roof?
A scuffling noise?
Could that be him now?
Delivering toys?
Quickly they hide
So as not to be seen
Except for their eyes
That shiver of green
But he's in and he's out
In a sprinkle of snow
Far too fast
For them to see him go
Beneath the tree lie
Presents galore
And the strange little things
Let out a low roar
While the rest of the world
Shines with Christmas cheer
Their eyes shine with intent
They'll get him next year.....
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Rudolph Saves Christmas
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