While we're waiting, here's a wonderful poem that JustMe, one of our awesome mods, created! Enjoy!
2016 Kitty Christmas Son by JustMe
'Twas the Night Before Kitty Christmas, when all through FFRC
not a kitty was stirring, not even an Elsie
The stockings were hung from the karanda with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The kitties were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of snackers danced in their heads.
And Jacci in her 'kerchief, and Steve in his cap,
had just settled down to watch tv and maybe some popcorn
When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
The kitties sprang from their bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the kabana they flew like a flash,
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to did the kitties' wondering eyes should appear,
but a semi and many volunteers.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
they knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Bill! Now Angie!
Now, Elizabeth and Beth!
On, Dawn! On, Becky!
On, Mary and Connie!
To the top of Porchie Haven!
To the top of the Cove!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As peacock fly on the barnyard,
so carefully he back
not to hurt a volunteer
with the semi full of boxes, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, the kitties heard
the prancing and giggling of each volunteer.
As they peeked thru the screen,
Into the Center came boxes a glore
He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all covered with fur and litter
A bundle of snackers was flung on his back,
the smell of catnip was present in the air
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a catnip banana
and the beard looked perfect for biscuit making.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of gruel.
He was fluffy and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and Sevaun laughed when she saw him, in spite of herself,
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave us to know we had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filling the shelves to the brim.
As he sprang to his semi you could here him exclaim
"Happy Kitty Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
