When Christmas cheer gets high

I dangle low on the Christmas tree

So the cats can see me

Maybe they will play with me

Because I'm shiny

And maybe they will carry me away

Like a mouse they've killed

And present me to the owner of this stead 

Then at least I'll know who is in charge

And I'll know who to ask

In case I want two birthdays next year

Or something else that seems impossible 

The space and time to be myself

Without having to apologize or explain anything 

-jenn