Quill: Is it about the little boy who wants a Red Rider BB gun?
Mom: No, not that one. Why don't you make some paw biscuits while I tell you the story. 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house; Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse -
Quill: What? Where's a mouse?
Mom: It's a story, there's no real mouse. I'm going to keep going... 'The stockings were hung by the chimney with care'
Quill: Where are the stockings?
Mom: I didn't put them up this year. I thought you'd pull them down.
Quill: Yeah, prolly. At least a pair of your socks are over there... Can you give me some chin scritches?
Mom: Sure. Anyway, where was I? Right. 'In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there'
Quill: Who's that?
Mom: It's Santa, er, Sandy Claws. He goes by lots of names. Quill, are you sleeping?
Quill: Purrrrrr. Huh? I'm sleepy. Can you speed it up Mom?
Mom: Sure 'Happy Christmas to all and to all a good-night'.