This was very fun to write. And repeat to my own cats, who don’t seem to understand that rhyming is fun.
If you say “pop,” please raise your hand.
We see the exterior of a snowed upon brownstone.
Narrator: "Twas six nights before Christmas, when all through the flat, not a creature was sleeping, not even a cat.
We see a tv with stockings hung on it.
Narrator: The stockings were hung by the tv with care, for the Amazon packages soon would be there.
We see Chloe and Bink playing WoW on a laptop (cat top.)
Narrator: The kites were nestled all snug playing WoW, while visions of epic loot made them meow.
Lisa and Mike are seated, playing a board game.
Narrator: And Lisa with we cocoa, and I with my pop, had just settled in for some fun tabletop.