'Twas the night before Christmas, when
all thro' the house
Not a creature was stirring, we'd eaten
the last mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney
with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would
be there;
We had no children, but my wife was
quite round;
Well not since lunch last Friday when
that boy came around;
As dry leaves that before the wild
hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount
to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers
they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St.
Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on
the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little
hoof.
As I raised up my head, and planned
venison stew,
I heard a scream and tiny wolf howl
too.
Then out from the fireplace came
thumpings and growls,
And a tiny wolf body landed head-first
with howls.
Santa sprang to his sleigh, to his team
gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of
a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove
out of sight,
I HATE THAT WOLF HOUSE - THAT PUP GAVE
ME SUCH A BITE!
(With abject apologies to Clement
Clarke Moore for wolfizing his poem)
I can't remember much about my birth,
but I do remember a lump on my head. Happily wolves have solid
skulls - all the way through.
To end the story of my birth, I was
dropped down the chimney on my head. Luci, the club owner, says that
explains everything about me. Santa and my father eventually became
friends. That was before dad and mom ate his original team of
reindeer.
Anyway, last Saturday the creatures at
Club United (otherwise known as The Asylum) threw me a birthday
party. Everyone had a wonderful time and they even had a fire
extinguisher just in case. I don't know why, but our club fire
insurance has been very high recently. My tail has caught fire
several times, usually after I wash it. I don't know why. I keep it
clean and shiny by rubbing It with gasoline.
In spite of peril of either fire or
cooking pot, almost all the creatures in Wolfy's Woods attended. I
never realized how many adoring prey and pack mates I had. Wolfette
baked a lovely bunny cake with left-over elephant frosting, and the
Squirrel Cola flowed freely. Even two of the bunnies were there.
For some reason, both were armed with huge swords. I was almost in
tears when they asked me to sit in a throne so they could get a shot
of me. There are still several holes in the chair, but I patched the
one in my hat. I still have a new part in the fur on my head,
though.



