I Mustn't Eat After Midnight

Foolishly, I made a big sandwich after midnight. The smelly cheese, mayo and thin steak slices stuffed on two wedges of bakery rye joined me on the couch with a cold glass of milk.

Chewing away, watching my favorite "Christmas Carol," 1951's with Alastair Sim, Christmas Past made his appearance when the clock struck one and I left consciousness behind.

In my dark dream, Big Mouth, "the gentle dinosaur," was attacked by a huge cat who called himself, Stu. Stu showed Big Mouth no mercy, first smelling him up and down then performing Monty Python's Fish Slapping Dance while delivering several blows to Big Mouth's head. Before the beating went further, I woke in a cold sweat as Tiny Tim slurred, "God bless us, everyone!"

I mustn't eat after midnight.