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.


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