This Whol Christmas Eev Thin

Musashi Sez:

Well, this is the seazon when Mom go orf to her spa retreet in the south, way down in Connedikut, which is not quite so far as Texus, but very posh. She eats all sorts of stuff, INCLOODIN PIE, (huh, she nevr mayk ME pie), an I stay hom here an meditayte on the meening of the Solstice, an whut kindsa stuffs Ceilin Cat wud like me to do next yeer, lik taykin over the werld, lernin to ride a ponee and losin a pound, whatevr that is. Also, writin my memwars, which I think meens a essay about how I praktices figtin an wrasslin wift Mister Tyger so I can take on burglergs in cays they evr trai to steal mom's books an my mousies.

An as me an Mister Tyger watch the snow comin gently down on the neigbers' cars an hear their melodic groans an the scrape of their big snow spoons, I think about new starts, the big shiny present of the turnin yeer. (This, Mom claims, is why we dance in circuls on Solstice.)

So sins I noe that lotsa yu Gentle Reeder folks foller that Baby Jesus kitty who got borned recently 200 yeerz ago, or maybe 2000, but tomorrer--

ANYWAY, what I meen to say is Merry Solstice, an Happy Christmas an Joyous Boxing Day from me an Mister Tyger, an problee Mom too.

It's the Short, Shortiest Dae of the Yeer!

Musashi Sez:

Wull, we is wae behin on them daes of Chrismous, but sins todae is the onliest dae of Wintr Solstis, we is maykin an egsepshun on our uzhul habit of catchin up layter. Instead, we gives yu som bonna fyd Solstis Carils, fer yer fence-singin plezhur. WNALS= We Needs a Littul Solstis, and HYAMLS= Hav Yerself a Merree Littul Solstis. Kinda lik problim an solooshun all wrappt up together in crunchee papyr wift bowz!

Round up the Romanz
We must remind the sun
of its June Twentee vow.
Cut down the holly.
Bring owt yer golden sicklez:
Let’s be jolly, an how!

Cuz we needs a littul Solstis
Rigt this verree moments
A grayt big bonfyr burnin
an foez tostin lik donuts!
Yes, we needs a littul Solstis
Rigt this verree minit,
We needs a littul solstis NOW!!!

I writid that one maiself aftr doin som reserch on wikrpeedia. But now we ar goin to tayk it down a bit, cuz if yu wor yerself out todae, yu’ll be getting sleepee abowt now, an we meenz to halp. Sweet dreemz fer this altitoodinal yeer. Lov, MUSASHI

Has yerself a merree littul Solstis.
Run around all dae.
Then yu’ll zonk an sleep all of thoz
hourz awae.
Has yerself a merree littul Solstis
Tho the nigt is long.
When sun returnz we’ll all be back
wher we belong.

Snuggld up on our qwilt agen
Havin happee dreemz of fish!
Mom’s ol frends will drink tea agen,
Pettin me agen, I wish.

Somdae soon we all will be together
If Ceiling Cat allow.
Until then, we’ll have to muddul throo
Somhow.
So has yerself a merree littul Solstis
now.