‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring
except for Whiskey Loopy!

The stockings were hung on the staircase with care
in hopes that St. Nicolas soon would be there
and Goldy in her cat-bed and Squirt in his box
had settled down to dream of birdie flocks

When out in the hall there arose such a clatter
They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter…