T’was the morning of Christmas

christmas racoon

‘Twas the early morn of  Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; cause Grumpy cat ate him,

The stockings sitting on the couch with care,

St. Nicholas had certainly been there

The teenagers were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Ipods danced in their heads;

And mamma in her jammies, with coffee in hand

Had just settled down to write a her Christmas Blog

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the drapes and tripped on a gift

The moon on the breast of the 5 feet of snow,

The temperature damn near 30 below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a rather large racoon, and eight little ones ,

With a bag full of garbage, she grabbed it real quick,

I knew in a moment I’d have a big mess to clean,

More rapid than eagles I ran,

And I whistled, and shouted, and called them bad names;

Now, you rascals, you rascals you’ve made a big mess!

On with you, on with you go back to your nest!

To the top of the porch! To the side of the house they ran!

Now garbage was everywhere, everywhere, gawd such a mess!

As raccoons that before had entered my yard,

When I meet them again, shall send them packing again,

So down the driveway the little rascals did run ,

With a bag full of garbage, and my compost too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The skitter and scattering of each little foot.

As I pulled up my hood, and was turning around,

Down the chimney the little rascals came with a bound.

They were dressed all in fur, from their head to  their feet,

And their fur was all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of garbage they had in their mouths,

And they looked like they’d be having a feast.

Their eyes — how they twinkled! There cheeks how pudgy!

Their cheeks were full, their noses like a buttons!

Their droll little mouths were drawn up like a bows,

And the beards of their chins were covered in trash;

The stump of a pine cone she held tight in her teeth,

And the smoke it encircled her head like a wreath;

She had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when she laughed at me.

She was chubby and plump, a right jolly old racoon,

And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread

She spoke not a word,

And ran away; then turned with a jerk,

And giving a sniff with her nose,

And giving a nod, out of the yard she went,

She sprang to her feet, to her kids gave a whistle,

And away they all flew down the driveway like the down of a thistle.

But I heard her exclaim, as they ran out of sight

Happy Christmas to All!!!

 

Best Wishes for a Wonderful Holiday Season and a New Year filled with Peace and Happiness!

 

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