A Few Days Before Christmas: With Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore

A few days before Christmas and all through our house,
Not a creature was stirring, except my Dear Spouse.*

As I gazed out the window in silent repose,
I saw something moving - a shiny, black nose.
I threw back the curtains to broaden my gaze,
And rubbed both my eyes to clear out the haze.
Peering yet closer in astonished surprise,
The nose shared the face with two brilliant black eyes.

I ran to the phone in a near frantic state
to inform Dear Husband of "Sea Lion Gate."
Recounting my vision, he calmly replied, "Well, I know it's no sea lion,"
Then blandly he sighed.
He said, "Get the camera, then send me the *pic*,
I ran to retrieve it so a shot I could click.

This little lost creature could cause some alarm,
So I notified neighbors, so he'd come to no harm.
It seems that for now in our lake he may stay,
In this safe sheltered place he can swim, eat and play.

We bestowed upon him the name of "Sir Totter,"
Because it's just perfect for this sweet river otter.

Merry Christmas to all and to Sir Totter, "Good Night."

* Who - being an exceptional provider - was already at work

Note: If you click on the picture, you can see Sir Totter in a larger view. He is quite adorable and has already won our hearts, as you can likely tell from this little poem.