Twas The Night Before Moosemas (part ii)

It's that time of year again!  (click here if you missed last year...)

Twas the Night Before Moosemas

Twas the night before Moosemas, and all through the house

Little Moosie was resting wearing a collar - no blouse.

The Tuffie Toys had all their squeakers taken out, 

No squeaky tumors in the toys - to that there was no doubt!

Moose tried as he did to drift off to sleep

He lay curled in a ball, his excitement he could barely keep.

His pretty new stocking made by Grandma hung proud,

Hoping that Moose would get all he was allowed.

The big dog next door was asleep already,

and the Chihuahua that barks lay sleeping in his beddy.

In fact in the house everybody was asleep,

Moose just caught glimpses - through his eyes he did peep.

As he peeped with his eyes that were not quite tight shut,

He heard a strange noise up over the hut!

So out of his warm snuggly bed he jumped quickly,

Avoiding the plants by the window that are prickly.

Adjusting his eyes to the moonlight outside,

Moose looked around to see if his ears they did lie.

And just when he thought that he had heard things in dreams,

Something caught his eye - a sleigh with a reindeer team?

And then that little glimmer out there in the sky,

Started coming Moose's way from up way up high!

Now Moosie saw distinctly red and the white,

And the reindeer team, now clear in the night.

Listening close, Moose heard a great sound,

It was Santy Paws - you know - Old Saint Nick the Hound!

"I bring treats to animals, the big and the small,

For kitties and doggies, to you I do call!"

Moose lost sight of the sleigh as it flew to and fro 

But jingle bells he heard, or at least he thought so.

Then up on the roof he heard perhaps hooves!

Was Santy Paws here with his magical moves?

A rustle, a bustle, a jingle, a jangle.

Moose listened intently - one ear up, one ear dangled.

Then the drop of two feet, not the same as the others

It would be Santy Paws if Moose was left to his druthers!

Then there was a great whoosh but there was no crash!

And over by the fireplace a small cloud of ash.

From out of the cloud Moose saw red and white,

Santy Paws had come!  Oh what a special night!

Moose tried to watch from around the corner far away,

But what exactly he saw was really hard to say.

Glimmers of red, a flash of a smile,

What he saw clearly though, were gifts left in a pile!

And just when Moose had the courage built up,

He went around the corner to see the St. Nick for pups.

Instead Moose observed not Santy Paws at all,

Just a poof at the fireplace, and streak of red he saw.

The moment had passed but the magic remained,

The whole experience left so many things unexplained!

How did Santy Paws move around with such ease

And drop off the presents that he knew would so please?

Who were those reindeer that were now waiting up above?

Where did they learn to fly like a dove?

And how did Santy Paws know just what Moose would need?

No time to answer - to the presents Moose had to proceed.

A new bed for Moose had been left with a treat,

But to the window Moose rushed for one final greet.

He saw Santy Paws fly off like a kite,

Saying, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

MERRY MOOSEMAS!!!

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Twas the Night Before Moosemas

Twas the night before Moosemas, and all through the house

Little Moosie was snoring, not at all like a mouse.

The Kong was stowed in the box with care,

With no more peanut butter hiding in there.

The tuffie toys sat all defluffed by the fire,

And stirred they did not, no squeakers to inspire.

Overhead of the mantle, no stockings were hung,

Little Moosie had hid them all in a place far-flung.

Away in the houses of the neighboring dogs,

Little Chihuahuas and Labradors slept like logs.

And Moosie's Dad was also asleep in the bed,

Drowning out Moose snores with a pillow on the head.

Then out in the yard there was quite a big noise!

Moose jumped up from the bed and lost all his poise!

To the window he jumped with his tail all a'waggin,

And his ears all perked up, certainly not sagging!

Moosie scanned for the source of the noise in the yard,

He strained his Moosie eyes looking very hard.

Then in the distance he did see quite a scene -

A sleigh being pulled by reindeers so lean.

And in the sleigh a jolly man in red and white,

Moosie knew at once this wasn't an ordinary night!

What did this man in the sleigh come bringing?

Moosie asked him with his operatic signing!

Instead the man responded to the reindeer and said,

"Let's bring treats to little doggies while they sleep in their bed!"

"For Poodles and Terriers dressed in stripes like candy canes,

For Pitties and Hounds and big tall Great Danes!"

Soon the sleigh flew up high out of sight,

Little Moosie looked around in the bright moonlight.

And then saw he something quite so peculiar,

The man jumped down chimneys into house's interior!

Then wouldn't you know it, the reindeer and all,

Came flying toward Moosie's roof, up so high and tall.

Could it be that the man in the sleigh was above?

Was he bringing Moosie treats that Moosie would love?

The rooftop was soon scampering with hoofed feet,

And a man jumped toward the chimney straight from his seat.

Leaving the sleigh with a bag on his shoulder, 

He shot down the chimney like a fast falling boulder!

Emerge in the fireplace he did with a crash!

His red and white suit now covered in ash!

But with a little dusting and brushing he picked himself up,

Moosie looked on with excitement like a happy little pup!

Moose thought and puzzled about his visitor in red,

Had he come to give treats or scratch Moosie's head?

Perhaps he was a robber disregarding the laws,

Or was this the one and only Mr. Santy Paws!? 

Moosie looked around and listened and sniffed with his nose,

He smelled something delicious, but not the smell of a rose.

Instead he found his nose quite a flutter,

It was Santy Paws and he brought peanut butter!

The peanut butter was placed in Moose's crate by Santy Paws,

While Moosie looked on drool forming at his jaws.

And as quickly as he came, he left with a flash!

Up the chimney he went, he made it out in a dash.

One last glimpse of Santy Paws as he flew above ground,

Moosie listened carefully to every last sound,

And clear as could be, Santy Paws said in the moonlight,

"Merry Moosemas to all, and to all a good night!"

MERRY MOOSEMAS!