Twiggy's Christmas Story

Twas the night before Christmas
( Think that's what Mom called it?)
The house is all quiet,
And the tree is all lit.

The lights are all blinky,
and looked like such fun.
Chewed on them once, saw Mom
And decided to RUN!

Mom doesn't like
When I play with the tree,
She stands up and points
and says, NO NO to me!

I don't understand why
there's a tree in the house,
with toys hanging from it
that look more fun than my mouse.


They dangle and wiggle.
They are calling to me,
Twiggy come on...
Come, jump into the tree!


Why can't Mom hear them calling?
They want me to play
In the twinkly, fun tree
Now, on this very day!

Now everyone is sleeping
And now is my chance,
To jump in the tree
And I'll play and I'll dance!

Then all of a sudden,
There arose such a clatter,
Mom sprung from her bed
To see what was the matter.

And what to her wondering
Eyes did appear?
The tree on the floor
And me, Twiggy, in fear!

Oh, Crap! I should run,
As fast as I can!
That wasn't much fun
That wasn't my plan!

Mom started laughing,
Tree sprawled 'cross the floor
With 4 other cats
She'd seen it before.

In Christmas days past
this had become a tradition,
Each cat before me
Had the same inclination.

The other cats told me
Mom was nicer to me
Than when they were little
And attacked that same tree.

So next year, I'll know
That the tree likes to fight.
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night!