Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The puppies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of meaty bones danced in their heads.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.