Adapted by Joanna…
‘Twas two nights before Christmas, and here at our house
Our cat saw a bigger prize than a mouse.
Hobbes smelled something avian, delectable and rare
It seemed to emanate from right over there!
No one was around but they weren’t in their beds,
The “to do” list, still spun in their heads.
At any moment, disaster could befall
But he felt that meat was worth risking it all,
And at that very moment, there arose such a clatter,
All ran to the kitchen, to see what was the matter.
Away to the corner Hobbes flew like a flash,
And ran through the cat door with his yummy stash.
The turkey was not on the table – oh no!
It now laid in a heap, on the floor below.
How did this happen? It was immediately clear –
For paw prints on the floor did obviously appear.
That twelve year old cat, still lively and quick,
Had brazenly jumped up and taken his pick
Of the succulent pieces we might have ate.
Maggie turned and shouted, “He’s broken the plate!”
I want to resolve this situation
But turkey with china shards, is beyond salvation!
Into the garbage can behind the wall!
I throw away! throw away! throw away all!”
As tempers tend to do, mine did fly,
Out of its confines and up into the sky.
Bad words and curses towards that cat flew,
In a fit of anger I even threw my shoe!
And then, in a twinkling, I heard at the door
Hobbes calling me with a lion-like roar.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
In came that cheeky cat with a bound.
Turkey grease on his fur, from his head to his tail…
That silly kitty thought justice would not prevail!
I could see the evidence when he rolled on his back,
His fat belly protruded like a big, full sack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! His purring seemed merry!
I was not much amused. Well… not very!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And evidence on his whiskers led me to know;
Any trace of doubt had disappeared for good,
“Oh I could strangle you – I really could!”
But the look on his face and his little round belly,
Turned my vengeance to a big bowl of jelly.
So contented and plump, like a fat Christmas elf,
And I laughed as I watched him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know we’d all been led…
To the magic of Christmas, when old rules don’t apply
When forgiveness trumps anger… I said with a sigh,
“Oh Hobbes you’re a thief,
But you’ve restored my once-lost belief.
Yes, we can find humor, no matter what happens,
And we must not let adversity dampen
Our love, our peace and our joy and delight.”
Hobbes closed his green eyes and he rolled up tight,