Merry Christmas, Billy

They were on their way

They'd be at the county jail

Within a day

But now it was night

And Jasper was snuggled in tight

In Ruechari's arms as she slept

The night watch Billy kept

It was Christmas

He wondered if she knew

He walked over to her sleeping form

And whispered,

"Merry Christmas, Rue!"

He leaned to give her a kiss

And suddenly heard a hiss

Back off furball she's mine,

And I don't like to share.

So, don't be givin' me

that possessive glare.

Or we can settle this right now

Billy rested his hand on his gun

The cat back talked him in catese

Snuggling in, leaving Billy none to pleased.

Maybe later 

he'd just shoot him

just for fun.

Although he really didn't need sleep

It was a habit he still did keep

He leaned against a tree

"Well... Merry Christmas, Billy."

Soon he dreamt of Rue

Who came to him in the night

She kissed his lips, and he sighed

Squeezing his eyes shut tight

If this were a dream

He did not wish to wake

"Merry Christmas, Billy."

And too late

he realized his mistake.

She was gone

it was real

Her wish with a kiss

she did seal

Left on his lap was a gift

And the lid he did lift

A beautiful dream catcher

She must have made it by hand

From things she found

In this land.

And a note:

May the dreams you keep

Comfort you as you sleep

Never again will Ruby

Have the power to creep.

Sweet dreams is my gift to you

Merry Christmas, Billy! 

From, Rue