It was Christmas Eve and everyone in the Thomas family
was dreaming sweet dreams.
Nicky and Debbie were dreaming about what Santa would bring them.
Mr Thomas was dreaming of a new bat.
Mrs Thomas was dreaming of … something else.
Finally of course, we have Mog.
Mog was not dreaming sweet dreams.
Mog was having a nightmare.
“Follow that cat!”
As the neighbours gathered, the fire chief told
everyone how Mog had saved the day.
“She deserves a medal.”
“I think she’d rather have an egg”.
But there was no egg for Mog.
There was no Christmas at all.
At least that’s what they thought.
But everyone else thought that if the Thomas’ and Mog
can’t have a Christmas, they can share ours.
So that’s exactly what they all did.
“There you go Mog.”