Christmas Night

 

With bated breath I wait to hear, the sound of footsteps on the stair.

It's cold outside, the snow is deep, children should be sound asleep.

I hear a step upon the stair and know that somebody is there.

The footsteps are so very light, I close my eyes and shut them tight.

It must be Santa with his toys, bringing gifts to girls and boys.

I feel a thud upon the bed, my mind is buzzing in my head,

Thinking of the toys I'd like, a book, some pens, a brand new bike.

The list goes on, excitement grows, I feel a tingling in my toes,

But as I lay under the sheet, my toys start moving round my feet

My eyes open to take a peek, my cat is playing hide and seek

It quietly slipped passed mum and dad I'm sure it felt lonely and sad

I try to push kitty away but now it thinks I'm trying to play

I shake my feet to make it go but it doesn't want to know

My pussycat just wants to play.  OK you win you'll have to stay

I close my eyes again to sleep and dream of reindeers in snow deep

And Father Christmas in his sleigh bringing toys on Christmas Day

When morning comes, with open eyes, I see I have a big surprise

Curled up on my presents sack  is my cuddly pussycat.