First, they brought a tree inside,
Those crazy human beings,
I could hardly believe my eyes,
But ... a real tree, I was seeing.
My first thought was to climb that
Since that's what trees are for,
But warning shouts and human hands
Secured me to the floor.
Subdued, I sat and watched the
The humans eyed it, too,
Then they placed it by 'my'
The best spot in the room.
Perhaps, I thought, this tree is
A special gift for me,
But wagging fingers told me,
That was not to be.
Next they put some colored lights
Upon the tree and plugged them in,
The tree lit up like a star-filled
And all the humans grinned.
And if you think that that was
You should see what else was done,
On its top, a star was propped,
And bright balls hung down in fun.
Well, by now I was beside myself,
I knew those balls were mine,
They were gold and silver, red and
All designed with me in mind.
They swayed and swung and
I was in ecstasy,
I loved the balls; I wanted one,
They seemed to call to me.
One golden ball upon a string
Almost drove me mad,
When everybody's back was turned,
I raced to it and grabbed.
It fell and rolled beneath the
I chased after it - what fun!
The room was filled with people's
The humans were undone!
Such excitement! Such
Shucks ... I only meant to play,
But I was swept up in human arms,
Before I got my way.
I think I like this Christmas
Though I don't understand it much,
It's strange to have a tree
Which I can see, but cannot touch.
I have toy mice, scratching posts,
And other kitty things,
But what I wanted most of all.
Was that golden ball upon the
They say I cannot have it,
It is forbidden and taboo,
But when the humans are not
Don't you wonder what I'll do?
~ Written by Virginia (Ginny)
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