Twas the night before Christmas in rural Virginia . . .
. . . and the kitties were nestled all snug in their beds. . . .
|Camilla, that rug's not your bed!|
|Jim-Bob, what are you doing in there too?|
You cats had better get to bed!
|Jim-Bob: "Should I sleep in my basket?"|
|"Or should I nestle in this bed?"|
|Chloe: "Mommie and I haven't taken our baths yet."|
|"There's a spot right over here. . . ."|
Santa Claus is on his way. Anybody seen Santa Claus?
|Jim-Bob: "I haven't seen Santa Claws. But I found his hat."|
|Chloe: "Do I look like Santa Claws?"|
Sorry, Chloe. Santa Claus looks like this:
But let's make sure our tree is ready . . .
. . . because it isn't Christmas until the little horse sings:
Merry Christmas to y'all!
May y'all have a good night!