The Christmas Tale

by Fern

The stockings hung above my head. Don’t touch a thing meowmie said. A garland wound about the tree And this had set the stage for me. I dragged the stockings to the floor Then pulled the garland out the door. The tree I climbed along the trunk, As many an ornament went kerplunk. Meowmie came and saw the mess And never really had to guess. The culprit was too easy to see As right away she knew it me. I thought about a place to hide Somewhere near the fireside But then I felt so really sad For everything I did was bad. I sat in front of meowmie’s feet And tried to be so very sweet. The music I knew I had to face And own up to my own disgrace. I mewed and mewed an apology And thought I did it nobly. Meowmie yelped and shook her head And sent me right away to bed. A little while and up she came While gently calling out my name. I arched my back to let her know I hoped forgiveness she would show. Meowmie smiled and scratched my head And I remember the words she said. As Christmas is a time of peace I’m giving you your release. Love and joy are the hopes I pray For all of you on Christmas Day.