Twas the night before Christmas....

Twas the eve before Christmas
Outside roared the storm
And next to the fire
Granny sat to keep warm.

And Guinness, wee pet
Tucked up in his bed
Snoozed away dreaming
When next he'd be fed

Or maybe a fat mouse
To play with and bite
Or maybe tease granny
With a claw in the night

His present was wrapped
And under the tree
One sleep until Christmas
How good can that be.

Merry Christmas one and all x