• I ran down to the tree,
    my cheeks rosy red
    from the cold. I wanted
    to tear each package open
    eagerly, but I was unsure
    if happiness was in any of
    the packages. I carefully
    examened each one, and
    to my dismay, none held
    what I truly wanted. But a
    light meow from the
    kitchen gave him away,
    and I squealed with joy.
    For sitting on a velvet
    pillow was a fluffy orange
    kitten I had always dreamed
    of. He was perfect, and looked
    like a sleeping angel. I still love
    him and he watches me
    from God's arms in heaven.
    May he rest in peace.