The Cat of Christmas Present
Tinsel on the floor.
Just got home from the store.
Ornaments thrown about.
The cat... That I can't live without.
He lay asleep under the tree.
The only problem
The tree is on the floor
In front of me.
Colorful presents lay torn all around
Not an untouched thing to be found.
My blob of fur purring in front of me.
T'was the end of my Christmas tree.
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