A Chipmunk in a Scarlet Kilt

A Chipmunk in a Scarlet Kilt*

On Christmas eve, we spied out in the cold
A gay chipmunk dressed in wee scarlet kilt,
Playing on pipes, upon our window sill,
Tidings of Christmas joy an’ blessings old

When a bairn, a’ heard much a’ such a beast,
Tall tales, ye ‘ken, told to vaunt the olde yarns
Of me aged seanmhair, who meant no harm,
While we sat silent at the Nollaig feast

Gidheadh an’ so, yon Piper Chipmunk blew!
Snippets of yuletide chestnuts and olde hymns
On beag A'phiob-mhor held in fore-limbs,
For which we thanked him with a roast cashew

He piped a ‘Ding Dong’ Merrily Along,
Into the solemnist of Silent Nights,
Then Hark!, the Herald Angels Sang alright!
An’ many more, akin twelve days of song

When, as foretold, tho’ we’d done nothing wrong,
  With a nod he vanished, wink ‘n gone,
Stayed enough to make his myth live on
  Before he’d played for us a bit too long




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