Some traditions are hard to break,
like the April fool and the birthday cake.
But, hey, this Christmas as I lay awake
One thing seemed a huge mistake:
No reindeer passing did I espy
But kitty-cats flying through the sky!
Oh, dear Santa; dear Santa why
must Dancer and Prancer and Vixen die?
"Oh no" came the happy, resounding response--
"it's just that my kitty-cats wanted the chance
to fly like reindeer just this once,
and so I granted their wish the nonce".
Bruce Levitan (born 1955) England (born Kenya)
a silly poem, but I have a soft spot for cats!
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