T`was the night before Christmas, on Feral`s goat farm
And the poor Christmas tree, it was not safe from harm;
The beads were disheveled-the lights hung askew
While ornaments littered the floor freshly chewed;
The goats and the steers were all snug in their hay
While dreaming of apples and grain and what may;
Hubby in his PJ`s-Me in a comic tee,
Lay squished betwixt two dogs which is normal you see,
When out in the living room there arose such a clatter,
I rolled over a beagle to see what was the matter,
Down the hall I went, tripping over a lab,
Who carried one slipper she managed to nab.
The moon glinted off of our goat barns tin roof
Then I stumbled over my dog with an ‘Oof!’
When, what to my bleary old eyes should appear,
But a lovely tree that had suffered most severe,
With a little bad kitten so lively and quick,
Sitting beside the wreckage with hardly a nick!
More rapid than goat hooves charging in for their treat,
Did that kitten streak off right between four dog feet;
“Consabbit,” I yelled as that cat darted by,
“Rassafrassin,` “was also muttered by I,
“You may hide on the porch; you may hide `neath the bed!
But find you I will Missy Lu-Lu!” I loudly said.
By this time the mister had roused from our bed,
And came stumbling out whilst scratching his head,
He surveyed the scene while I raced down the hall,
One slipper flapping which caused me to fall,
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The speedy escape of a cat on the hoof,
As I picked myself up amid three dancing hounds,
Over the stove room roof Lu-Lu went with a bound.
Now I know I was dressed in an Ironman tee,
With gray jogging pants and one slipper left me,
And I knew I may end up all covered in soot,
With blue toes on my one naked wee little foot.
As I stood in the snow I just happened to spy,
A cat on the roof with a gleam in her eye,
Her droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow,
Then the rascally minx leaped down to the snow,
Off she raced to the barn while my mouth held my teeth,
And the wood smoke encircled my head like a wreath,
Down the hill did I run and my was I tense,
“Darn!” I cried out, “Forgot the electric fence!”
That mild shock did produce a sharp yodel,
The goats wandered out, all thirteen in total,
A wink of my eye which I hoped they all read,
But sadly not a one returned to their bed,
I pushed through the throng and I entered the barn,
I flicked on the lights and then whispered ‘Darn’,
There sat in the rafters with webs on her nose,
A most angelic puss, minus the haloes,
She sprang to my arms, to my chin gave a rub,
Her purrs I could swear heard by Patrick and Bub,
A hug did she get and so now I must write,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Warmest wishes from our hillside farm to all of you!