There was crunching of boots in the snow up above
As Spaw hoisted the bag from the sliegh just becuz
Ol Santa was soused on the pudding Liz made
So Catspaw took the riegns to help out I'm afraid...

but he fed all the riendeer with beens from his pot...
they'll be flying like jet planes... let's see what they've got!
and with a ripping fine blast they blew into the night
bearing gifts for the catters, lit up by blue light...