The Witches’ Christmas Tree 🐈⬛
A living Christmas Tree 🐈⬛
The Witches’ Christmas Tree 🐈⬛
No pine, no needles, no tinsel bright,
Just shadows dancing in the moonlight.
A living tree of velvet black,
Where witch’s magic weaves its track.
Boxes stacked like ancient roots,
Cats perched still in solemn suits.
Golden eyes and whispered charms—
The air alive with spellbound farms.
They sit in silence, they sit in spell,
A thousand secrets they could tell.
Each paw a note in a song of might—
A witches’ Yuletide in the dead of night.
No ornaments, no glitter here,
Just fur and magic, sharp and clear.
The tree breathes with each quiet purr,
A living sigil in the winter’s blur.
The air hums low with ancient lore,
A thousand paws and witchcraft’s core.
The gifts are spells, not gifts to hold—
Stories of secrets, ancient and bold.
No bells or chimes or reindeer’s flight—
Only cats in the candlelight.
A witch’s Christmas, strange and true—
The living tree that watches you.🐈⬛
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