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| My Tibbie looked under the Christmas |
| Tree, |
| Just to see what she could See, |
| Curiosity, that Tibbie Trait, |
| Made it much too hard to Wait, |
| So, tipping on those "Tibbie Sox", |
| Cat-like, she sprang upon the Box, |
| Deftly, lifted up the Lid, |
| Jumped into the Christmas Box, |
| and HID, |
| Wonder how she used those |
| "Tibbie Hands", |
| Which long ago in Himalayan Lands, |
| According to Buddhist tales of Yore, |
| Spun Prayer Wheels as a daily Chore? |
| Inside the Box, she rattled Tissue, |
| Just daring me to make this an Issue! |
| Wisely, aware of "Tibbie Spite", |
| I did not; knowing I'd never win that |
| Fight! |
| Patiently, I waited for my Christmas |
| "Tibbie Surprise", |
| A "Tibbie Trick" to meet my Eyes? |
| Quietly, I crept beneath the Tree, |
| Just to see what I could see, |
| Inside, I saw the Sweetest Sight, |
| My Tibbie bathed in Christmas Light, |
| Sound asleep, with forepaws crossed |
| In "Tibbie Fashion", |
| She'd exercised a "Tibbie Passion"! |
| ~Sleeping on things Elegant, Soft, and |
| Warm, |
| And doing them absolutely no Harm~ |
| For A Bed, she could find nothing |
| Better, |
| Than My Brand New Christmas |
| CASHMERE SWEATER! |
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