A string of tinsel killed my cat.
My grandma was to blame.
She insisted on a silver tree
And she would have her way.

I can’t recall what happened next,
Just tinsel in my hands.
And now my grandma like my cat
Will Christmas in new lands.

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By day, A.C. Cambers moonlights as an actor/playwright waiting for her big break. At night, she dreams of paying off her student loans.