Santa Claws

You better not scowl You better not be fowl You better not wine I’m telling you while Santa Claws is meowing around He snuggles you when you’re sleeping She purrs when you’re awake He sees all things from high in his perch “So, be good for goodness' sake!” So, you better pet me You better make me purr You best be nice to me I’m telling you now Santa Claws is prowling around He paws at you when he’s ignored He scratches on the furniture and carpet floors He’s got deer mice to pull his pillow for a sled He knows if you’re still up in bed He’ll lick up any Christmas cream left out for him And he’ll leave you with the strangest dreams He may nibble at Mom’s cookies He’ll prance around your presents with absolute feline presence He’s been eyeballing the Christmas Tree Is this a new scratching post for me? Perhaps with purrfect catlike canter, Santa Claws will leave a present of his own, It may be a bit stinky, but it will be from the bottom of his heart. - Meowie Christmas! Of course, my cat's real name is Satan Claws!