Twas the night before Yulemas, when all through the flat,
Not a creature was stirring, except for that cat.
While watching the tree with a diamond hard stare,
She said "Is it me, or does that there tree look bare?"
With a twitch of an ear and wrinkle of nose
A bound in the air, up the tree she rose.
The baubles came down with a shattering clatter,
I rushed in the room to see what was the matter.
Myself in a nightie, my girlfriend in same,
We looked for Sammiches, for someone to blame.
With the constitution of nervous jelly,
She ran down the tree, round the sofa and telly.
She ran up the curtain, bounced off walls,
Escaped the scene and made for the hall.
The doorbell rang so we left the room,
Twas Dave and Sam dressed in costume.
I asked "What are you playing at? Do we have a gig?"
Then a third figure appeared, and that's when I twigged.
Twas rabbit herself, all steaming and clean.
She pinched my cheeks "Why d'you look so mean?"
"I . . . wha? But! How?" was all I could splutter.
"She's slow on the uptake." I heard Rabbit mutter.
"I'm Rabbit you dummins, it's plain to see."
I said "You can't be Rabbit, 'cause Rabbit is me!"
"I am you and you are me and we are . . ." Rabbit opined
"We're not doing any more covers." Reminded The Spine.
I asked "How can it be that a fictional Giraffe,
Has brought you here, to our real life gaff?"
Without an explaination involving string theory,
They invited themselves in, ignoring my query.
"Where is Sammy." Rabbit asked, looking behind doors,
"She called for our help." Said Hatchworth on all fours.
They looked high, they looked low, they looked all over,
They found a sad looking kitty, sitting on folded bed cover.
"You misunderstood her intentions." Said The Spine with ease,
"She didn't want to tease, but rather to please."
Rabbit exclaimed "It wasn't her fault, she really loves you!"
Hatchworth added, "She only wanted to improve your Yule."
Then to my shock, and my girlfriend's surprise,
Our kitty-cat talked, right in front of our eyes.
"I love my mums, and when I saw the bare tree,
I wanted to give you the gift of me."
We hugged our cat baby, happy tears in our eyes,
The Robots hugged too and then said their goodbyes.
Spine said "It's almost time for us to dissappear."
I asked "Will we see you again?", "Maybe, next year."
With a hiss of steam and a puff of smoke,
Our alter egos vanished, honest, no joke.
We cleaned up the mess and brewed some tea,
And cooked turkey for Carissa, Sammiches and me.
So for all of you who need some Yulemas cheer,
Be with the ones you love, the ones you hold dear.
Forgive them their foibles, and mistakes and such,
'Cause they all love you, very . . . very much.
And here comes the disclaimer
I own no Giraffes, Steam powered or otherwise. I do not own the characters, the authors, actors, singers or Sammiches. I’m not sure who owns “Night Before Christmas” original poem. And the photograph was taken by Carissa and Bunny and I have no claim to that neither. This was just a little fun something made for them.
This is told from the perspective of Isabella Bennett (I was going to tell it from Carissa’s point of view, but when I brought in Rabbit I realised it would make more sense this was - Sorry Carissa) visited by the real spirit of Yulemas. Belief, hope, love, forgiveness and all the things in life that make you smile and be happy.
You can also find this on my recently opened Tumblr Account Rusty Pup (reallyautomaticphantom). Not sure if I'll put this on my Facebook since that has a tendancy to screw up the dimensions and would make the writing illegible.
If Bunny happens to see this, It would totally make my Yulemas if you read this at the next Q&A on you tube.