Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Something was stirring, but it wasn't a mouse.
Twas a hairy old rat, is what it really was,
tryin' to act like he was old Santy Claus.
He was looking for cheese, I'm certain of that
I wondered out loud, 'Now where is that cat?'
But the cat was eating something in the fancy pear tree
the partridge no doubt, so there'd be none for me.