There are those that easily tire of the Christmas Cheer on every radio station- as the day gets nearer its all you hear Merriment Joy and Elation. For those of you who sicken of Holiday noise before the Day unfolds, I beseech you to search your heart and mend your spirit for the songís you hear declare the Savior is Born.
But this composition is not for you-
When I call out for Christmas there are those who are near that place their tails between their legs and circle in fear. My Christmas is a stray cat. A formidable match for the two resident Jack Russell Terrorists Ė Michael and Sebastian-the instinctive killers- Christmas Mittens arrived one day at the farm.
A hormonal creature with retractable claws, sharp teeth and sonic hearing to match the catís night vision.
A stealthy crawl, a crafty prowl, a pounce to catch it all.
The most confident stance and certain stride elevates this creature to majesty. Not angelic, the sly cunning cat- pre emptively striking the snout of the dog taking with it pieces of fur along with some pride. Canít be Angelic unless it was one of the fallen- I can see it if I look deep into those yellow eyes, the Lucifer syndrome Ėthe beauty, the magnificence, the Pride- The most elegant and stunning of all the creatures to pace the earth, or roam my field the Regal Cat.
She left the garden at the transgression of Adam and Eve and somehow found her way to me.
The black so dark the white so bright, the Yellow eyes so piercing, her long soft hair wrapping around my ankle from the folding of the sinewy cat.
Just showed up out of nowhere on Christmas Day; She looked innocent enough, was friendly to me. I gave her a piece of sweet bread intended for meĖ quickly devoured it did she.
She let me stroke her fur so fine- I didnít realize I was being deceived; I tricked me again as I promised to get her a collar and bring her out of the cold.
I named her Christmas Mittens and she quickly took me in. I started to scratch her between her perky ears and moved slowly down her arching back - with one random stroke I decide to include her tail- It all became Clear- Her nasty disposition, her ferocious random attack on the Jacks. Her point of pride- the tail oooo laaa laaa- had a kink, a crook, a distortion at the end- She must have flashbacks of Gods foot missing the neck of the serpent and stepping on her tail instead- causing such a searing pain-Iím sure she roared at the sting- she suffers post traumatic stress and lashes out here and there- the horror of this twisted tale. Another layer of fur, and tissue is randomly removed from poor Sebastianís nose.
The Fall of Man included the Cat- Kinky tail and all
the consequences never end; I suspect that very soon I will be introduced to Christmas Mitten Kittens!
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW