On Tuesday when I came home,

I found I was not alone.

For sitting beneath my door’s locks

Was an inconspicuous brown box.

The inside of this box made me so happy,

So forgive me if this rhyme gets sappy.

My Santa gave me a special book

Full of recipes I can cook

She also sent me a bright blue mug

With the one cat I would ever hug.

Now I can drink my morning tea

Out of a gift that was so great for me.

(I hope shopping was not too demanding,

My thanks are eternal and withstanding.)

So Santa, thank you for such wonderful gifts

I hope you also received things from your list!