Twas the morning of Christmas

Twas the morning of Christmas and all through our house
A couple of creatures were stirring....Clifford and me who were not a mouse;
The stockings were hung with loot by the chimney with care
But we weren't for sure yet that St. Nick had been there.
Anthony and Blakely were snug in OUR bed,
while visions of venison and laptops danced in their heads;
Me in my pjs, and Clifford the lazy dog,
Had just had breakfast and were thinking of snoring logs,
When back in the living room there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my computer to see what was the matter.
Away to the room I flew like a flash,
Slipped a few times and almost fell on my a**.
The moon was finally shining off the rain beaten pane
I thought for a minute I might need to eat a candy cane.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a nice new laptop and Moose the Build-a-Bear reindeer,
With a poster of Nick Jonas, and a doggy chewy stick,
I knew finally knew for sure we had been visited by St. Nick.
If only the rest of our family would wake up,
to enjoy the gifts for us and our pup;
But, alas, as usual it's only me and Cliff
We are the only ones silly enough to get up early in a jif.
So back to the computer I find myself going,
I will check my email and facebook before morning.
But I would like to say before I turn on a light,
Merry Christmas to all and may your gifts you receive be out of sight!