Me: As promised, one poem squeezed out of Fang... Not literally.
Fang: I think this is okay, but do we have to put it up?
Me: So long as I'm on cold meds, oh yeah baby. It goes up.
Fang: Oh dear...
Me: Enjoy this festive poem!
A very Fangalicious Christmas...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when out by the gate
Not a bird-kid was stirring, but hey look - it's Kate;
The stockings were hung by the window, of all sorts,
In case the morning visit was to be cut short;
The flock were all tucked in, drooling in their beds,
While visions of snow and bombs danced in their heads;
Kate in her shorts, and myself in something black,
Had just settled down for our very short nap;
When up from the roof was a crash, then a pause,
I leapt up with Max and Kate to check out the cause;
And out the window we flew carrying Kate,
Really she did nothing but make us more late;
The moon shone on the lack of fresh snow,
Instead mud lay around, near the steps, oh no;
Then we saw the source of the sound appear,
It was a little sleigh, and some tinier-than-Angel reindeer;
With the driver, missing from the saddle,
We all tensed up, getting ready for battle;
Until Max flew up, Kate clinging to her side,
And pointed to something high in the sky;
I looked up and thought it was St. Nick,
But oh no, 'twas Iggy trying to be St. Fnick;
"Now, Angel! Now, Gazzy! Now Ella and Nudge!
On, Total! On Akila! On, Rudolf and Dancer!"
I looked at the girls, then back to the dread,
Then finally decided it was back off to bed;
But I heard Ig scream, as he flew back into sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."
Boy he was in for a good slap,
But not until after my long, long nap.
Me: So, what did you think?
Fang: I think it's time for bed...
Me: Good idea... MERRY CHRISTMAS LITTLE PEEPS!
Fang: R&R. Who knows, Kate might do one next year...