The Christmas Cat
You all know the Cristmas Cat He opened his glaring eyes wide, His whiskers, sharp as bristles, He roamed at large, hungry and evil If one heard a pittiful "meow" He picked on the very poor From them he took in one fell swoop Hence it was that the women Because you mustn't let the Cat And when the lights came on, on Christmas eve Some had gotten an apron For all who got something new to wear Whether he still exsists I do not know. Now you might be thinking of helping Perhaps searching for those Viggi
And that Cat was huge indeed.
People didn't know where he came from
Or where he went.
The two of them glowing bright.
It took a really brave man
To look straight into them.
His back arched up high.
And the claws of his hairy paws
Were a terrible sight.
He gave a wave of his strong tail,
He jumped and he clawed and he hissed.
Sometimes up in the valley,
Sometimes down by the shore.
In the freezing Christmas snow.
In every home
People shuddered at his name.
Something evil would happen soon.
Everybody knew he hunted men
But didn't care for mice.
That no new garments got
For Christmas - who toiled
And lived in dire need.
Their whole Christmas dinner
Always eating it himself
If he possibly could.
At their spinning-weels sat
Spinning a colorful thread
For a frock or a litle sock.
Get hold of the litle children.
They had to get something new to wear
From the grownups each year.
And the Cat peered in,
The little children stood rosy and proud
All dressed up in their new clothes.
And some had gotten shoes
Or something that was needed
- That was all it took.
Stayed out of that pussy-cat's grasp
He then gave an awful hiss
But went on his way.
But his visit would be in vain
If next time everybody
Got something new to wear.
Where help is needed most.
Perhaps you'll find some children
That have nothing at all.
That live in a light-less world
Will give you a happy day
And a merry merry Christmas.
I hope yours will be a happy one too
Vignir Jonsson
Reykjaveg
Iceland
