On Christmas night, asleep we lay
Comes Santa silent in his sleigh
He makes his way through sleet or clear
To bring us gifts of Christmas cheer
But on this night, some years ago
He came upon, in deep cold snow
A sorry sight, as small as mitten
Bedraggled scraggly freezing kitten
He scooped it up and held it close
And carefully warmed frozen toes
His caring heart ached for this soul
Together raced back to North Pole
Mrs. Claus and all the elves
Barely could contain themselvesAs Santa showed that kitten round
True Christmas spirit had been found
So sweet it was how it became
Without doubt most befitting name
“Christmas Spirit”, “Spurt” for short
And happily I can report
That little Spurt joins Santa’s ride
Each Christmas night, tucked by his side
Beloved friend enjoys nine lives
As treasured mascot that has thrived
So should you sneak a peek at night
If you are lucky, you just might
See Santa, with Spurt on his shoulder
Their fur so warm as winds blow colder
You’ll hear them sing, as they rise out of sight…
“Merry Christmas to all and to MEOW a goodnight!”
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