I Am the Holiday Blessing

At the Time of the Christmas, My People set out the basket of the holidays.

I make my seatings in the basket for which I am too large, but I cause myself to fit because I am a small plush god.  Behold my joys and my approvals.

Do You Hearings What I Am Hearings

My People cause the sounds.

I rule the musics and I make my listenings.

Deckings of the Halls

My People make the deckings of the halls for the days which are the holies.

I make my assistings and my overseeings, and I discover that the most decorative of all the decoratings with which My People have decorated, is the joys that is myself.

The Humiliations, The Triumphs

My People dress me in the dressings of shame.

I destroy their gamings of the chess, and I make my maintainings of the dignities.

I Am the Unseens

My People may seek my majesty but they will not make their findings.

My tail wraps the curtain around the joys that is myself, and I am the hiddens.

My People Make Reads

My People advance their learnings from the readings of the books.

I make my approvals from under the bookshelf, though My People shall never become as filled with the knowledges as I, for I am a small plush god.

Making the Loungings

My People create for my pleasings the paddings of rests, and cover them with the fabrics of satins.

I make my loungings to express my approvals.

One Day in the Histories

Many times ago, the joys that is myself had a sister.  Her name was Violent, for that was her disposition toward my majesty.

We made our competings to cover the glass with the snot-marks of our sniffings.  Forever I am the winning.

Majestic by the Leaves

 I make my stalkings near the leaves of giantness.

I am a small plush god and I am ruling in the jungle of My People.

Another Places of Warms

My People build for me places of warms into the very walls of the temple in which they serve My Majesty.

Wall heaters are excellent places of warms for the joys that is myself.

Blessing the Things

 I make my sleeps among the fabrics of My People.

I contort myself that all the items may be blessed by the presence of the joys that is myself.
 

I Bless the Coverings

 My People makes the baskets of their coverings.

I spread my sheddings upon the coverings of My People.

I Eat the Things

 My People make the gardens for my enjoyments.

I fatten myself with the catnippings.  My People must needs to grow more.

I Express My Lethargies

 All is meaningless.  I make the hard windowsill my pillow because I have not the wills to live.

 

I will not be moved.  Until My People make their sleeps and wish me to be still and silent at which time I may make my revivals.

I Make My Observes

My People have left for me the piles of the papers of the packings.

From within, do I make my watchings.

I Am the Beautifuls

My People place the decors.

I make myself to be displayed in the centers because I am magnificent.

I Hide My Shames

My People become excessive in their expressions of the affections for the joys that is myself.  They make the ridiculous expressions of the faces.

I cover my face and feign the sleeps.

I Make My Shines

The young plants require the rays of the light.

I bestow upon them my luminousnesses.

I Am the Joys

Allow your gazes to be cast upon my majesties.

Magnificent, am I not?

An Attack is Launched

The spots of the lights make their appearances on the wall.

I make my ambush, and I protect My People.  I will make my fights against the flashes and the shadows.

I Spy

I make my virtual stalkings of the creatures of the outdoors.

The creatures of the outdoors cannot see that behind the curtains my Majesty makes watchings.

The Dogs Be My Subjects

My People provide all the beddings.

I choose my places of warms, and I make my allowings that the dogs may also sometimes make their rests.

Most Favored of Places of Warms

My People prepare for me many places of warms.

The majestickest of all the places of warms is the board of the keys.  My People remove me to a lesser place of warms, but I make my returns.

I Am the Royalties

I makes my thrones in the chair of the bag of the beans.

Majestic, am I not?

I Am With My People

My People takes a seat.

I follow My People wherever it goes because I am a small plush god.

Cats Rule the World

My People pay their homage to me.

I acknowledge their worships by making my nappings on the Rug of the Cougars of the Washington State University, because I have decreed that cats reign.

Dictations

My People use the technologies of modernhood.

I instruct them in the usings of them, and My People do my biddings because I am a small plush god.

Memorings

I gazes into the memorings and I make my reminisces of the season of the days of holi.

I revel in my recollections of the tastings of the coily ribbons, and I make waits until I shall again deck the box of my litters with streamers of shininess.

My People Makes Eatings

My People takes their seatings.  My People makes their eatings.

I places myself in the centers of their worlds and bestow my blessings upon the meals of My People.