Santy Paws, Santy Paws,
where are you?
What holiday mischief
will you put me through?
Are you climbing a tree
that you shouldn’t touch?
Or stalking ornaments
that you think are lunch?
Maybe you’re unwrapping presents
while I’m out.
Oh, Santy Paws, Santy Paws,
come out, come out!
Cute poem!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Poem? Just lookin’ for the cat.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Mol!😻 I love this! I hope Santa doesn’t loose my address again this year!
LikeLiked by 1 person