Snug In Their Beds

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The three Guards were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of doggie-treats danced in their heads;

Here in the Catican Compound, we all wish you a warm and safe Christmas Eve.