The tires were all hung on great hooks with care,
In hopes that St. Nick would fill them with air.
The cat and her kits were all snug in the beds,
While visions of catnip danced in their heads.
With Ma in her kerchief and I in my cap,
We’d just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
Then out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter!
The moon how it glowed on the new fallen snow,
Shining like midday on objects below.
When up in the sky what should I See?
But a white-bearded elf in a red Model “T”!
The little ol’ driver so jolly and quick,
I knew in a snap, it must be Saint Nick.
He landed his “T” on the top of the roof.
Then leaped to the ground in a magical “Poof.”
Into the garage he went with a jump.
He filled all the tires and gave them a thump.
A Mouse made of catnip he gave to the kits.
To mother cat, he gave a new pair of mitts.
Just when I thought he’d take time to relax,
He slapped on the Dodge, a new coat of wax!
Then laying a finger aside of his nose,
Up to his “T” he quickly arose.
But I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight--
“Merry Solstice to all and to all a goodnight!”
Merry Christmas from Anita & Allen Burns