Merry Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through my house...
a "Hoot Owl" was calling out side for a mouse.
I ran to my door to see by the moon,
a hulking dark shape that preened while he plumed.  
He strutted his 'stuff' outside on my roof,
lurching and hooting and shaking his fluff.  
The dogs began barking, the geese honked loud squawks,
just hoo..was this fowl, plucking ice from his socks?
So I squinted my eyes at the burly old bird...
and noticed his fluff was really absurd.  
His fuzz was a beard and his beak was a nose,
it quivered and sneezed at the smoke as it rose.
He wheezed to the chimney and coughed through a haze,
a skulking brown shape that needed a shave.  
He shook his old head and peered down the hole,
pinched his nose in disgust and  dived like a mole.
I couldn't believe it, the old bird was insane,
how could anyone dive down into the flames!
So I shot to the sofa and peered over the back,
watched as the flames grew red, and then black.  
Out marched a man in a red santa suit,
his back was all hunched from a bag full of Loot.  
He peered around quickly, then went straight to work,
loading cameras, and printers and laptops for perks.  
I watched in rage as he started to cart,
the one thing I loved, my deviantART.  
So I grabbed an old book and dashed from my spot,
I beat on his head until he yelled; "Stop!"
In utter amazement he howled in delight,  
I thought it quite weird, considering his plight!
He shook in great mirth, laughter spilled from his gut,
he fell to the floor and onto his butt.
He lurched and he rocked and he wiped away tears...
then suddenly stopped like he'd broke a few gears.  
He dragged all the loot to his lap for a peak,
spied the deviantART and pulled it out with a tweak.  
We both sat in awe as we gazed at the art,
the Kat and the bird enjoying life's' heart!

Merry Christmas to all
and to all with good heart!

Katsabrat!!!