Beebe’s letter to Santa
Dear Santa,
I’m getting nothing for Christmas.
Mommy and Nurse Judy are mad.
They say I’m getting nothing for Christmas,
Because I have been nothing but bad.
But, jolly, jolly Santa Claus,
Lean your ear this way,
And listen very carefully
To what I’m going to say.
I always try to be good,
But I’m a kitty after all.
It’s fun to push things off the desk,
And watch them as they fall.
I did climb up the window drapes,
And, yes, they were brand new.
I didn’t mean to rip them.
Just climbed up for the view.
Sometimes I don’t like performing
My roly poly trick,
So I’ll just cough up a hairball
And pretend that I am sick.
That isn’t being naughty,
(I usually play my part)
I’m not trying to do mischief.
Just trying to be smart.
I’m always getting yelled at
When guest dogs come to call,
They race around my house
And chase a rubber ball.
They really are quite rude,
So I give them a friendly bat.
It’s what you do to rowdy dogs,
When you’re the “live-in” cat.
I know I scratched the furniture,
When sharpening my claws,
But I can’t defend my household
With soft and fluffy paws.
I never try to misbehave,
So kindly, if you would,
Take my name off that naughty list
And put me on the good.
Sincerely,
Beebe Baloo
P.S. I love you, Santa. Have a meowy Christmas!