'Twas the night before Christmas, nodes humming along, six cats in their places where six cats belong. The stockings hung near where the server lights gleam, while Stanky's sharp "mew!" cut the silence clean.
The lion-burr and koopa were snug in their bed, while Sully kept watch, ever close to Burrs' head.
The most loyal companion a lion-burr's had, Tony curled at his feet, also claimed by his dad.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Sammy creak-meowed to ask what the hell was the matter. At twenty years old she moved shakey, not fast, but still made the window to see what had passed.
The moon over Pflugerville, brilliant and bright, bathed apple and fig trees in silvery light, when what to her wondering eyes should appear, but an orange striped sleigh and eight big ass reindeer.
With a tig at the reins, striped and lively and quick, Benji hid under Burr's bed, he don't trust Old Saint Nick.
Like grackles on power lines, down they all came, and he choofed and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!"
Tommy yowled from the hallway, affronted, irate, demanding the manager answer posthaste.
And then in a twinkling, Burrs heard on the roof, the prancing and trotting of each noisy hoof.
Burrs turned as the fireplace blazed sudden and bright, when down slid a tig in Santa's red suit, trimmed white.
His pelt burned like autumn, magnificent, bold, Sully death-yowled like he'd not been fed since days old.
A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back, but two pairs of eyes locked onto that sack.
The tiger flicked Pounce in a slow easy lob, as Sully and Tony caught each—that's their job.
They snatched every treat like outfielders gone pro, while Benji stayed hidden and Stanky mewed low.
He spoke not a word, just pulled up a shell, patched Proxmox and Masto and tuned them up well.
Sammy purred from her perch at the clicking of keys, while Tommy meowed for the damned manager, please.
With a lash of his tail he leapt into the night, the sleigh runners gleaming like stars burning bright.
And Burrs caught his chuff as he vanished from sight, "Tiggi.es looks good, y'all sleep well tonight!"
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