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 a tail 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 my PJ's, my beau in the 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 altogether." 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 explanation 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 boyfriend's surprise,
Our kitty-cat talked, right in front of our eyes.
"I love you Mom, 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 disappear."
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 Alex, Sammy 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 Bunny last year and I have no claim to that neither. This was just a little fun something.
I made this last year, decided to dust it off and update it to reflect current events. Still hoping Isabella Bennett might read it on youtube or some such, which is why this is told from the perspective of Isabella Bennett exploring the real spirit of Yulemas. Belief, hope, love, forgiveness and all the things in life that make you smile and be happy.
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