A tree lit up by lights,
brightening up the room,
for many days and nights.
A tree decorated in colors,
both fragile and plastic.
The consequences of falling will be drastic.
I enjoy viewing this splendor for tonight,
but I must be cautious.
For loud noises will BANG all night.
I have cats,
if you didn't know.
They climb everything,
and that's their low.
So if you have pets,
you can relate.
My cats love our Christmas tree.
In more ways than one.
They climb our tree,
in fear and delight.
Even though it's a fright,
I don't enjoy the sight.
But if they don't do this,
I enjoy the tree.
I'm in extreme bliss,
at the colorful sight I see.
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