Christmas Wishes
Come and listen to a story about a man named Jeb.
A poor mountaineer, barely… crap wrong story.
This story about me, a small person who got darn lucky to have everything he has.
Many years ago I was born to a single mother with three siblings. My dad had died in an accident. I was different from the rest of my brothers. My fur was a different color so they didn’t like me very much.
When I was born we lived in the dirt, under the rock where we were born, and soon after my mom took us all to live in a nearby boat. It was warm and we were safe from the weather. But it didn’t last very long, a mean old man made us leave. The people who cared for my father took us in and gave us a home.
My brothers made fun of me for being different. They teased and tricked me when they did play with me, which wasn’t very often. Mom always told me to quit whining and try to be more like them. I tried, I really did, but I just wasn’t like them. After we could feed ourselves, my mom went away. The people of the house fed us and took care of us. I always ran and hid when they came, so they wouldn’t make fun of me for being different.
After some time the people couldn’t care for all of us so they put an ad in the paper and packed us in a box to be given away. On the very first day somebody came over to adopt one of us. I tried my hardest to clean my fur like I saw the others doing, but I wasn’t very good at it. I was a little slower than my siblings and my mom didn’t have the patience to show me how to clean myself right. I did everything I could to make the people want me. My brother said, “just give up, nobody would ever want you.” “Yeah who wants a cat that is the wrong color and can’t clean itself.” I couldn’t hear the people talking, but they pointed at me. I was so excited to be going to a new home away from my mean family. But they took my brother. They only pointed at me to tease. They were just like my siblings.
On the second day I was so very tired. I had spent all night trying to clean my fur. But I perked up when some people came. They made the choice quickly. After pointing at the ugly kitty, they took one of my brothers. I began crying, even while my remaining brother continued to make fun of me. While I was crying in the corner of the box, another family came and took my last brother. What was to become of me? The people took me out of the box. I guess they gave up on getting rid of the ugly one.
Just when I was sure I would be thrown out into the cold, they picked me up and hugged me. I heard them tell how everybody that came, wanted to take the cute grey kitten. But the people told them no, they were going to keep him.
Years have gone by and I have come to love my friends Tami and Rick. I greet them everyday when they get home, and wake them up every morning. Another Christmas is tomorrow, and I will celebrate another year with my friends. They will reminisce about when I was small enough to fit in Rick’s shirt pocket. And we will open gifts we don’t really need. But most important I will spend the holiday with the friends I love and who love me.
I hope you all have friends like mine for Christmas.