Wreck the Halls with Bouts of Folly

(A brief rewrite of a classic)

'Twas a night before Christmas
And all 'round the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even the mouse (the computer was
shut down).

The stockings were hung
By the chimney with care
In hopes that someone would put something in there.

The furrballs were nestled all snug on the bed
While visions of wreckage and mayhem danced in
their heads.

And I in my flannels was resting on the couch,
hoping the cookies and fudge I'd eaten wouldn't settle south.

OK, wrecking a classic time is over. If I'd had more time, I could have come up with more, but Christmas is over now, so I'll let it go. Maybe next year I'll work on the 12 Days of Christmas. Someone gave me a good idea for the first day this morning. Sneak preview--"On the 1st day of Christmas the furrballs gave to me--A hairball on a Queen bed!)

Hope you all had a great Christmas!