Always and Never

For my cat it is always and never Christmas.
I'm greeted each waking like
Santa Claus bearing
sackloads of presents;
each pouch of food is turkey
with all the trimmings;
each bowl of water the
best champagne;
each post-prandial nap
exquisite sated bliss.
But I sleep too sometimes and
my attention wanes and each
Christmas comes to a sudden, horrible,
unwelcome stop—until
Christmas morning dawns anew.