Christmas Song From the Cat
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas tree
your Christmas balls are history.
You thought you hung them high enough
but I can still reach all your stuff.
You turn your head,
I'm in the tree.
I'm hiding now,
you can't see me.
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree,
you were a thing of beauty.
The shiny red ones are the best.
Now they're on the floor like all the rest.
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree,
your decorations are tempting me.
Of all the pretty branches there.
There's only a few you can repair.
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree,
you're on the floor now thanks to me.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2020
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