By Linda Cole
It’s the night before Christmas, the house is all quiet. That fat man who falls down the chimney is near. He steals through the house, grabbing cookies and milk. But not this year – not while I’m here. A right jolly old man, as the story goes, who has reindeer as pets; one with a big red nose that shines through the night, showing Santa the way with an eerie (and unearthly!) magical glow.
He creeps through the house in the dark of the night. Dressed all in red, BOL, what a funny sight. I’m watching and ready this year when he comes. That plate full of cookies will be mine this night. You know who I mean, he’s a plump little fellow. Rosy cheeks, and belly shaking just like Jello. He swoops down the chimney with a bag full of loot, yelling Ho Ho Ho in a booming bellow.
I’m on the job, patrolling my home and guarding my humans as they dream in their beds. But just in case I get tired this night, I’ve enlisted some help from a cat friend named Fred. Oh Fred, stay on your toes, he’ll be coming soon. Fred! Stop playing, leave that poor mouse alone. I told you no playing, and you promised to be good. What did you say? You don’t like my tone?
And then it happened, as quick as can be. A noise on the roof – Fred, that fat man is here. Scoot to your post, as fast as you can. Now where did Fred go? He’s disappeared. I hear a noise from behind the couch, a muffled meow in the quiet old house. Well hello Fred. Why are you tied? What’s that you say, it was a ninja mouse!
Just then from the chimney came a noise up above. Forget that mouse, and hide over there. A cloud of soot suddenly appears, catching Fred by surprise who stops with a bewildered stare. My plan will fail if Santa sees Fred! I must spring to action; there’s no time for delay. I quickly grab Fred by the nap of his neck, but he doesn’t budge. Fred, how much do you weigh?