A Furry Night Before Christmas
A Furry Night Before Christmas
By: Cimmaron Spirit (Original By: Clement Clarke Moore)
This Christmas Season, I had the urge (as well as encouragement and goading)
to rewrite this story, the classic of any Holiday posting,
And so I present to you, in this I hope to bring good cheer
Yet another rewrite of a Christmas Classic this year!
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a furry was stirring, not even an Anthro Mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Santa Claus soon would be there;
The cubs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of tomorrow's toys and games danced in their heads;
And my mate in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's catnap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a racket,
I pounced from the bed to see what was going on in our hamlet.
Away to the window I deftly sprinted towards,
To open the blinds and see the commotion outdoors.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, out of the corner of my eyes should appear,
But a red and gold sleigh, pulled by eight flying feral reindeer!
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in instantly it must be Saint Nick.
Quicker than eagles and birds his team flew
As he urged them on by name with whistles and shouts too.
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
I watched in amazement as they all did rapidly fly,
Nothing could stop them, up there in the sky.
Before long, they arrived at the destination,
On our house top no less, much to my silent ovation.
Little thuds of each little hoof echoed like water dripping in a basin
And downstairs to see to be sure did I hasten!
I arrived to see Nicholas come down the chimney with a bound
And I did see the old man in front of me, quite round,
Dressed in red and white fur from head to foot,
Though they were blackened by the ashes and soot.
A large bag, full of presents for good cubs, no doubt,
Did he then open, and start to pull out.
As he did so, his eyes did twinkle with joy;
He laughed merrily as he laid out toy after toy,
His face, red from the cold, gave him a festive and happy air;
And he stroked his white beard, soft like that of a snowshoe hare.
Doing his annual, one night work, this happy elf,
Made me chuckle and grin, despite myself.
His ears did pick up my good humor,
But he turned and winked, the jolly old trooper,
And he turned back to finish his work.
When the stockings were full, the turned with a jerk,
And resting a paw on the side of muzzle,
He rose up with a nod, with nary a rustle.
Santa leaped into his sleigh, and with a whistle,
His team did fly off into the night like a missile.
But I heard him call, as he drove out of sight:
Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night!