Not a creature was stirring, not even a Penguin;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The vendors had all their wares ready to go,
While visions of spiced eggnog danced in their heads;
And Gloria in her white outfit was ready for the crowd,
Just as she had just settled down for a quick rest,
Charrise ran out of the back room and there arose such a clatter,
that Gloria sprang from her pretty decorated bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow (could this be true in Texas~oh play along it's just a story)
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below (which were customers anxiously waiting to get inside),
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But miniature birds decorated by Peg and John, and eight tiny reindeer displayed by Charrise,
With a little old driver (I hope you don't think I'm referring to anyone at the store), so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick (or Cat Daddy dressed like Santa or Elvis if you'd like).
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Debbie! now Donna!, now Theresa!, Peg and Lillie!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all (we have to get ready for opening day)!"
Now don't miss our Christmas Event! We'll be looking for you.