Santa Claws
by Michael Brumfield
(Columbus, Ohio)
the cats were playing with feather wands and even a mouse.
No stockings were hung by the chimney with care
because I knew that in the morning, they would no longer be there.
I and the cats having all been fed
finally decided it was time for bed.
Later that night I awoke to such a clatter
that I leapt from the bed to see what was the matter.
The cats looked toward the stairs, their eyes peering to see,
but not wanting to get up, but to stay beside me.
I crept slowly downstairs to see what was there,
and when at last I saw him, I could nothing but stare.
There was a cat dressed in all red and white
and he pranced to and fro with steps so light.
He shone from head to tail with a magical glow.
His eyes were bright; his fur was white as snow.
He produced a small sack that did not crinkle.
I knew who he was. He was the feline Kris Kringle.
He took from the sack cat nip and some mice,
a feather stick, cat treats, and a pair of furry dice.
He looked for the tree that was not there,
so he arranged all the gifts in my big easy chair.
He turned and he saw me and smiled a big grin.
Then he wrote something on a paper using his little cat pen.
He turned and meowed "Merry Christmas" to me
then magically disappeared. It was something to see!
I moved closer to the chair so I could see better
he had written: "Here are your toys in response to your letter."
I turned to see my cats standing in their places
with looks of happiness and wonder on their faces.
They went back upstairs with almost no warning,
yearning and waiting impatiently for morning.
I followed them to the bedroom and instantly I knew
cats had a Santa Claws and loved Christmas too.
As we snuggled together, they closed their eyes tight
and lovingly I told them: "Merry Christmas and good night."
Comment from Kate (site owner)
This is absolutely fantastic. I love it so much I think I will print it out and put it up on the wall. Thank you so much for submitting this.
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