Christmas Squirrels

Twas the night before Christmas, and I had a strange feeling
Something was happening, up in the ceiling.
It was only a limited sort of a noise
Not one like Santa dropping off toys.
A gentler sound, rather discreet
The soft pitter patter of animal feet.
They’re back was the only thing I could utter
As I went to the kitchen to find peanut butter.
I spread it on balanced bits in special cages
I use to trap squirrels, we’ve had them for ages.
They lock them up kindly with something as snack
As we load up the car and take them all back
To the forest, release them, and then we say please
Go play with your friends here, up in the trees.
Envoi
It works well in theory, but alas I may say
They’ll be back in the ceiling, the very next day