How marvelous it has been to see you sprint and spin around the tree and past the Christmas bin. To touch the ornaments as we pry them from their cases, and swipe the fallen pine needles into many dark and hard-to-reach places. So maniacal in your furry madness, we're sure you're fueled by diesel. That you'll never tire in your evil mission to knock over our decorations, you sneaky weasel. Endlessly you have flown up and down the house. Hiding tattered pieces of wrapping paper, as silently as a Christmas mouse. Each colorfully glittering like the flags of a medieval fair. You've decorated each and every corner, showing us your touch of feline flair. Almost instantaneous, like the calm after a hurricane, you crawl up to the Christmas tree to slumber under the hanging candy canes. The Christmas spirit it seems has struck you too. So, here is my present from me to you. Thank you for these precious moments, my dear little friend, and especially the love you have given to help a man's heart mend.