'Dont' make me go! I won't,
I won't!
'We'll hide the coffee, if you
don,t, you don't!'
'You'll string up those lights
on that roof so high
You'll climb for hours til
you reach the sky!
But no one knew better what
this day had meant than Hiss
the cat who from hell was sent
Every year I'd climb that ladder
and Hiss would greet me and to
the snow I'd splatter
Moaning and groaning I made my
way to the top
And off the porch Hiss would leap
with a spring in her hop
A raggy string of Christmas lights I
clutched in my hand
It was do or die
I'd make my stand!
But as I reached the top
of that mountainous roof
Hiss was waiting for the
moment I'd goof
With cold hands and nails I
began tacking down
But Hiss knew I'd fumble
like a circus tent clown
Christmas lights began flashing
and I shouted with glee
But Hiss sprank like lighting
for it was not to be!
She jumped on my back and
we rocked on the ladder
My shouts went unheard and
what did it matter?
Hiss purred with delight as I
Took to flight
Two stories down with every
single light
I lay in the snow with Hiss on
my chest
Tis a tale of woe I shall now
lay to rest***