Maxwell leads the kids around on Christmas morning. |
Once upon a Christmas morning while the parents slept a-snoring over some long forgotten neighboring part and party fare, Maxwell led the kids a-seeking for fine treasure, metaphorically speaking, while he wore a tinkling bell and kids were still in their sleep wear. Not a kitten any longer, Maxwell purred a-feeling stronger leading in feline perspicacity ‘round the Christmas tree. And the kids, both Rick and Rhonda, followed since they were so fonda Maxwell with his button face as cute as cute could be. Toys were what the children wanted so they crept around undaunted, Maxwell at the point all right. And in corners dimly lighted, Rick and Rhonda were delighted at the Christmas treasures that appeared before their sight. Maxwell clawed the Christmas wrapping (while both parents kept a-napping) as more happy treasures came into the children’s view. Then with children laughing gladly, Maxwell took to running madly as if he were proverbial bolt out of the blue. It was under tree he landed (young male cats can be quite candid), and a host of presents wrapped were scattered all about. Rick and Rhonda--treasure eyeing--found elation, no denying, as this was a treasure hunt that caused them both to shout. Suddenly upstairs a-stirring, parents knew something occurring down among the Christmas gifts, the tree and living room. Maxwell sensed the upstairs flurry so in imp-like feline hurry dashed beneath the Lazy Boy in one amazing zoom. Still the children, eyes a-popping, and in giggling, non-stopping, reveled in the realm of their unbridled treasure find. Parents came downstairs a-storming (grimaces on faces forming), like a posse bent on finding Maxwell who had put it all behind. 38 Lines Writer’s Cramp 12-17-15 |