I always feel bad when I come home from work and my cats are just like. You were gone for forever. I counted. (Then I walk into the living room and am greeted by a pile of cat vomit, and I don't feel bad anymore.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree Your ornaments are history. Theres glass all over the carpet And tinsel in the toilet. The angel is on the floor You wont be seeing her no more. O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree Your ornaments are history.