There’s something different this year
As I pull out the wrapping paper
There’s plenty of presents to wrap
And the tape’s somewhere behind my back
Yet, as I pull out the roll
There’s no paws to help me keep hold
The package is free from claws poking holes
No paper gets crinkled from pounces or rolls
When Christmas day comes,
she won’t be in my lap
Nor at our spot by the tree
Watching presents unwrapped with glee
Christmas will hit different
without the furbabies at home
No making them wear antlers
Or hugs to warm your bones
So, I’ll poke a hole in a package or two
All because I really miss you
You helping me wrap
Always made things worse
But you were a good cat
The best in the universe
nikki diekemper 