The Christmas tree stood

All merry and bright

Ornaments glistening

With colored lights

Storage boxes were shut

And put away

Up in the attic

For another day

But, one ornament

Was overlooked

In the storage box

Buffy the cat, shook

Loosening the lid

She ran out the door

Stair after stair

Down to the first floor

With gingerbread man

As her prized rat

She dropped him and left

Like a spoiled brat

“Oh, gingerbread man,”

Mom said with a smile,

“Your classic design

Never goes out of style!”

She hung him with love

On a branch up high

While Buffy the cat

Had mischievous eyes