'Twas the night before Christmas & all thru the house several creatures were stirring including a mouse.
Both kids are working the graveyard shift, so I played Santa Claus and laid out the gifts.
The stockings are stuffed, no more will they take, so I settled down for a few "rattlesnakes".
Then out in the yard there 'rose such a clatter, I sprang from computer to see what was the matter.
The dogs were all barking by the light of the moon, when I got there I nearly swooned.
I beheld on the lawn a magnificent spread, (I thought Jose Cuervo had gone to my head)
There on the grass was a large snow ski harnessed to eight Theraphosidae
A fine jolly man held the reins to them all, and managed to prevent an arachnid brawl.
Faster and faster the spiders they came, and the jolly old man called them by name:
On Nhandu, on Blondi, on Vagans and Scrofa, Whoa Klaasi, Hie Smithi, Gee Boehmi and Pulchra!
Faint scratchings I heard as the chimney they scaled, the dogs took one look and quickly bailed.
They left fast as they came on sixty-four feet, their gifts quickly dropped beside of my seat.
I heard a loud shout as they scuttled out of sight, "Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good night!"
Merry Christmas everyone!
From the Fletcher household: Joyce, kids, dogs, T's, scorps, 'pede and G. pig