Betsy Stowe
Christmas is the time of year
When humans go insane-
Rushing, wrapping, hiding gear,
And never time for games.
They bring trees right inside the house Hang shiny, dangling objects out
We're not supposed to find!
So cats must make our own good fun,
Ignoring normal rules,
And claiming for our own the one
Thing cast aside by fools!
Paper, boxes, bags, and bows—
Amusement park for cats!
To shred, to hide, to take a roll
Sounds like a mousie's scratch!
Colored, crackly paper sheets…
I must untie this knot!
This pile was once a single piece.
My kingdom for a box!
Then finally attention runs
Back to its rightful place.
Festivities are overcome
By my too gorgeous face!
I make them laugh.
'Don't even care
That they forgot my treat.
Admit it, felines have the flair
To make Christmas complete.