Dearest Santa, with your holiday wiles, know nothing of challenges, of holiday trials. You travel the globe each Christmas Eve, yet you've not designed the kitty-proof Christmas tree. Stockings, wreaths, less fun than branches. The night's tolling tree bells forewarning disaster. Those twinkling lights are the electric's sputter, the star on top, kitty's ultimate treasure. This day you claim because you're Claus, belongs to Christmas kitties and their paws of claws. ©December 2017, December 2021 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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