Christmas Cat Poems

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Details | Dramatic Verse |
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
What would this fat lazy house cat ask for Christmas you might ask?
No squeaking cat toys oh no, forget those cat nipped laced
Mice’s too, for it’s a Garfield Christmas my friend and only natures
Perfect creation will do!
A five cheesed layered masterpiece, made deep style of course,
Waving noodles full of delicious meaty Italian sauce, what a 
Marvelous combination to share on this tastiest of seasons,
Knife to the fork slice, I’m all in with this striped kitty, whose
Wearing a Santa Clause hat and a reindeer bib!
Oh forget that same old traditional meal of Turkish delight,
Or piggy ham, after all Thanksgiving’s feast just nailed all that
Stuff, right so why not live on the wilder side of the litter box
For once in your life, can’t you hear your taste buds calling,
For what the kitchen oven gods are offering!
Stockings hung by the chimney with care, in hope that
The Santa Chief would soon deliver, I’ve been an exceptionally
Good kitty cat this year, so I hope my request for extra bread
Sticks will be answered, says Garfield!
Oldie, Garfield’s faithful canine companion, does sits in front of the
Christmas tree fascinated, seemly transfixed by the flashing 
Twinkle lights chasing each, drooling!
John is running all around getting ready for the big holiday to
Come, making sure all things are sparking and bright, for soon
Good old Chris Kringle will be arriving reindeer, sleigh and
His laughter’s seasonal Jolly, Ho, Ho Ho!
John calls to his companions it’s time for the reading of the
Night before Christmas, a time honored Davis tradition
In front of the fire place mantel all lies cozy and festive,
As John reads out loud this charming story to his beloved pets!
In the morning Garfield of course is the first to wake up
Smelling something extraordinary Italian, it’s Christmas 
He shouts, tarring out of his kitty bed, he runs to the
Kitchen, all four paws on the floor!
But no one’s their John is still sleeping, what the blank
Garfield is puzzled, where is that smell coming from,
So he follows the scent that is calling to him, and their
It was on the side table, a dish of lasagna five cheese
No less, and next to this perfection deep dish style,
Was a large bundle of bread sticks!
A note next to it was single page note, just for Garfield
Enjoy your meal my friend, love Santa Clause,
Now this is Christmas Italian style!
John and Oldie awoke next coming down stairs to
A house blessed by the spirit of old Saint Nick,
Each got the gift that they were asking for, Odie
A bone half his entire body size, and John brand
New kitchen oven mitts!
This is my type of Christmas Garfield thought to
Himself, totally stuffed almost unable to walk, so he
Wallowed off to take a well-deserved morning nap, 
Saying MERRY CHRISTMAS to all and to all a goodnight! 



Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle |
The tree's up, yet it’s not looking so prim
its needles all shriveling and dying, 
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.

The cat destroyed the decorative trim,
she says she didn’t, but I know she’s lying,
the tree's up, yet it’s not looking so prim

The kid’s socks make the house smell like a gym,
the cat fouled the tree and my wife's crying,
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.

Cat got the turkey so pickings are slim 
she just lays around hacking and sighing, 
the tree's up, yet it’s not looking so prim

Wild winter winds are only a prelim
to a coming blizzard with snow flying,
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.

I got up to check the lights on a whim,
and found the cat chewed cord was near frying.
The tree's up, yet it’s not looking so prim
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.

(Villanelle) Written Nov.13th, 2015

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Mythical animal
A single horn
From the center of its forehead
Beauty in its essence

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tail-rhyme |

When you have fallen fast asleep,
I'll crawl toward your hall and creep
out through your door...

Advancing quickly through the gloom,
I'll prance into your living room
and as you snore,

I'll pulverize your rug and purr,
while sizing up your Douglas Fir,
then... I... Will... LEAP!

And dangle ever frantically,
until each spangle from your tree
is in a HEAP!

I'll SLASH your floppy socks's toes
and GNASH your boxes tops's bows
in savage bites!

Then lift, at last, my pretty tail
and spritz a blast of 'Kitty Male" wreck your lights!


Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

They went to the manger that night,
those wise men who came from afar,
to worship the child by the light 
of Bethlehem's bright glowing star.

The animals, drawn unto Him,
soon gathered 'round manger to see
the holy babe sleeping within,
and shared in the great mystery.

And so was our dear Lucy cat
at Christmas time lost in her dream;
each day by the Christmas tree sat
to guard the Nativity scene.

She'd stare at the babe in the hay
and looked at each figure beside.
It seemed something drew her to stay;
for hours she'd sit there wide-eyed.

Like animals, drawn unto to Him
that met 'round the manger to see,
our Lucy seemed led from within
to guard the sweet babe neath the tree.

Sandra M. Haight

~5th Place~
Contest: Mystery
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: July 6, 2016

~1st Place~
Contest: Cats and Christmas Trees
Sponsor: Mary Oliver Rotman
Judged: 12/15/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
It was such a pity When our cute little kitty Climbed up the Christmas tree She struggles and fights With baubles and lights The destruction is clear to see Our poor Douglas pine No longer looks fine Its branches all battered and torn The tinsel and glitter On the floor they now litter The tree looks so sad and forlorn When no one can see Kitty heads down the tree Then she leaps onto the floor She has such a caper With the wrapping paper Wreaks havoc with presents galore I arrive home from work Oh I feel such a jerk That kitty was left alone in the house The one present untouched Was for a kitty we loved … A furry clockwork toy mouse Memories of so long ago To my pen they now flow For kitty is long since passed Christmas time for me Just a sweet memory And our tree is no longer trashed! Fictional write The Christmas Tree Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 11~12~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Kitty Cat and Christmas Tree Kitty, Kitty Kitty, Kitty Oh sweet, snuggly, cuddly, pretty bundle of joy Full of mischief that gets you into trouble, my furry fur ball A kitty-cat that desires so much loving and attention Affectionate and my shadow when you desire Play toys you see small and large As real as you and me You love to play hide -seek, But your favorite toy is the part of nature that has moved in Another play toy you see with those big green eyes That nose wiggles to take a whiff Another scratching post with the scent of pine With movement of shimmering light adornment that garnish that beautiful toy of yours Like a mouse running and jumping from limb to limb that looks so as real as you and me Tempting for you to swat and play That mouse that entice your nature’s instincts to plan of ways to chase Kitty, Kitty Oh sweet, snuggly, cuddly, pretty bundle of joy Full of mischief that gets you into trouble, my furry fur ball Sitting far, far away from the tree, looking innocent as can be Oh! No! You've toppled the Christmas tree and scattered the broken ornaments all over the floor! Frosting paw prints smudges on my countertops and floor! What kind of games do you plan to play when my back is turned? 11/20/2015
- Poetry Contest : Cats and Christmas Trees Sponsored by: Mary Oliver Rotman

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Santa “Claws”

it was bitterly cold
the tree lot that night
as I loaded our tree
tied it up really tight
drove through wet streets
the windblown fresh flurries
past the slow moving cars
in this season that hurries
pulled into the driveway
to the family’s applause
a much muted version
of that for the “Clause”
Carried the tree in
cut all the twine
stood it up straight
to let it unwind
mixed up a warming
egg nog with some rum
never expecting
what was to come
A shreik and a scurry
a “Dad – Come here Quick!!”
it seemed that the tree’d
played a horrible trick
something was moving
emitting low growl
each time it moved
the children would howl
seems that the heat
the light of our home
awakened the beast
caused it to moan
climbed amid branches
sticky thick sap
upset we had woke it
from its cold winter’s nap
and so there we waited
with baskets and net
and towels in case
it came out all wet
As slowly the growl
softened to a mew
two eyes peeking out
on surroundings quite new

The children all gasped
as it fell from the tree
rolled in a ball
out on to the floor
sprang to its feet
took off in a blur
jumped into the box
with the bulbs and the tinsel
bellowed the song
a high pitched old minstrel
tangled in wires
covered in bows
two greenish eyes
one little pink nose
four little paws
in a “What the heck” pose.
So shake out your trees
for this story is written
of how we brought home
our first Christmas Kitten.


submitted to – Cats and Christmas Trees – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Mary Oliver Rotman

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Cats and Christmas trees

A cat is instinctive
Climbs tall towering trees expertly
The garden is his haven
His and only his territory

Smart and astute he can survive on his own
Catching rats, mice and birds, presents just for me
Proud, agile and a character
Our little ginger tiger Scooby, is a part of our family

Instinctively he knows something is happening
Ears twitching from front to back
Fine-tuned hearing on full alert 
He waits patiently for his prize to appear

As he sets his glowing green eyes on the huge emerald tree
They glisten with delight and excitement 
Crouched on all fours he circles with caution
Sniffing every branch with every guarded step

The recognition, his scent from twelve months ago
Knows instinctively this is all just for him
His giant toy is back and can mean only one thing
It is that very special time of year

Sharpened claws cling to the branches
As he manoeuvres his way through
A tiger in the jungle climbing tentatively
The joy in his eyes, absolute delight

Poking his head out looking so cute
“I can see you!” He teases
If you try to touch him he will hide and retreat
Hidden within a ready-made forest
Beware of cute furry paws with hooked claws extended
Do not disturb or evict
You will certainly pay the price, a painful lesson
Those claws not so endearing when stuck in your hand
Glowing green eyes firmly fixed on the prize
Glittering balls too tempting to resist
The twinkling of tinsel too hard to ignore
The strands of lametta a silvery temptation

He is dazzled as the light reflects
His ears lower as he selects his victim
A sparkly dangly piece of red tinsel
If it moves he has to have it, of course

Not a kitten anymore, our Scooby
He pounces and loses his balance
The weight of the cat is too much
The tree comes down with an almighty crash

The glass baubles hit the wooden floor at speed
Deafening sounds resembling a million smashed plates
The noise too much for his sensitive ears
Poor Scooby tries to scramble out of the door

He looks hilarious 
Back legs going nowhere
Running on the spot like a cartoon cat
We cry with laughter as he slips on the polished wooden floor

Back up goes the tree, year after year
Complete with all shiny objects and tinsel
We will decorate it beautifully
Take pride in the finished result

We know it won’t last
Animals, they just won’t be told
We will shout at our big ginger cat every time he goes near 
But we know our efforts will be in vain

Cats and Christmas trees are a special recipe
One you won’t find in a book
Every year we take bets on how long our tree will stay up
How many balls will be damaged by New Year?

We take photos for posterity to look back on and laugh
Give our big ginger cat some turkey and lots of fuss
Look forward to the next fun filled fifty-two weeks 
And fill our glasses to the brim with Christmas cheer

Copyright © Sarah Bryant | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy |

A truant blizzard's hurl allowed shadows hide
when the night was pale. And all the dark ravens yelled
as I buried my cat, last year, frozen and dead. That all
the lilies of in between, wailed of my Christmas eulogy.

For the contest, A Christmas Memory,
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Nov 21, 2015
From Franco Gonza

Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Senryu |
Christmas paper shreds; Cats chasing curly ribbons; Oh no, call the vet!

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |
It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,

Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,

So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.

He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.

The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.

One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.

The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.

The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;

Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.

Without hesitation,
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.

Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.

They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.

Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.

Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;

How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.

It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.

(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)

(Now you know the whole story)

For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand

For DejaVu Christmas  contest by Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
On a cold, cold night with a touch of snow, a cat wished quietly and sadly for a home.
For a year he’d found nowhere with love to call home. Yes, he’d been, so very, very alone.
He lived under a deserted car now, where his family had lived long ago, for a while.
They were now gone to a new home, and he feared, he couldn’t carry on without them, my dear.
So before going to bed he wished on a star, which appeared ever so brightly above, from far. 
All he wanted from anyone was some food, and to sleep next to a warm, warm fire, too.
As he fell asleep he also wished for a hand to touch his fur, gently and kindly, again.
Then he awoke to a sound he’d heard once before, as Christmas bells had tolled, long ago… He was sure.
That night an old man in red had come from out of nowhere, to take his family a new home, so fair.
Scared by the sleigh and the reindeer he drove, the cat had run away, that I know to be true. 
But not any more would he run away, his legs would no longer take him very far, any way.
He grabbed all his courage and around he snuck, until hiding under a bush nicely tucked.
There before him was a jolly old man with his reindeer and sleigh lined up, yes, again.
The man was dressed in warm, warm clothes, and stopped to lay down a beautiful bowl.
The man then turned away to do business forthright, inside the neighboring house that night.
I swear on my heart that this is ever so true, as the cat crept closer giving curiosity it’s due.
Coming closer he could sense the most wonderful smell, calling him forward, as if under a spell.
The bowl was filled with warm, warm cream, which he licked up fast as if caught in a dream.
Moments later the man came from that house, with a smile and a wink for that dear old cat.
The man in red picked up the bowl with a quiet demand, urging him gently to stroll to his hand.
Now was the dilemma to run, or to stay, but it was the large shining star that decided it all that day.
As he stood before that great big man in red, the star beckoned brightly from behind the man’s head.
The cats’ fears left as the man stayed with a smile and a grin, and a Ho Ho Ho that day, my friend.
He realized here was the home he’d wanted for so long, and had dreamt in his head, where he could belong.
Some how, he knew he’d be safe in that beautiful sled, and warm in that coat the color of red.
He came forward to lick and nuzzle the man, as yes; he was picked up gently, in his hand.
The jolly old man put him snug in his coat, as a red nosed reindeer winked from the front, I must note.
Then the man climbed in and sent forward the sleigh, as the cat curled up to sleep, the rest of the way.

Miracles can happen each day, at the hand of others who are wise and kind, I say.
This jolly old man was right in this deed, and ever so wise to stop and kind to care, you see…
So I’ll let you in on a little secret I know… 
They lived happily ever after, at the North Pole.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012

Details | Personification |

Let's Play again to day
I reather stay and watch the gifts today
But you did that  yesterday and im bored
thats my job and give someone something to talk about
How boring  but your so Sparkly 
Please dont play with my jewrly  before you make another one  crash to the floor
But their so shiney and they roll sometimes Lets bowl
No lets dont  and stop biting my arms and hands
your so fun  Can big back 
You mean climb my back to sit on my head 
you just want to play with my hat
I guess thats fine until everyone gets back just dont chew
i can be quuen  her with you
Keep dreaming you just like me because im here eveyday  until the cold go's away
I wonder how you  act when im not here
No Change 
Except no one can hear me
But me
Good for me
and me
Hey cat than
Hey cat thanks for playing with me
No one should feel lonely  on christmas exsapaically a tree

Copyright © Angelina Denualt | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Twas the night before Christmas, I say, in my gentle refrain.
Dear Santa had been busy, traveling the night, so very long.
He left us for last, as we were always gave him, a lot of pain.
No matter our good intentions, something always went wrong.

We surprised him with Carols, and he jumped back into the fire.
With so much magic, you’d think his clothes, wouldn’t singe so?
As our Great Dane jumped up, to kiss him, I thought he’d expire!
They fell into the tree, now entwined on the floor, so cute, all-aglow!

But the cat was a little pissed as he came out of the tree, you see…
And he attacked Santa for disturbing, his comfy good dreams.
I pulled the cat off, and falling on top, he accidentally got kneed.
Asking forgiveness, I offered a cookie, and he suddenly screamed.

The Great Dane had grabbed the cookie, while it was IN his hand!
Thank goodness, he’s a great, wonderful, and forgiving old man!
Last year, he’d ask the tree, be near his escape, a great game plan.
But he now got entangled in the big, hanging stockings, as out he ran.

He was choking, bright red, a good color on him, as we cut him free.
But he was dizzy and fell into the hot chocolate, and it’s warming pan.
So he jumped up and down, waving his arm, as he again, tried to flee.
Leaving, I heard him exclaim, ‘My day job is easier, I’m a stunt man!’ 

Still, next year he’ll be back, he says we’re nice, you see…
We just all understand, he’ll also be in a hurry to… leave.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012

Details | Crystalline |
My gift meowed and made a leap; and stayed in the Christmas tree all day. November 10, 2015

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Mati and Lacy are frisky, feline critters
With intense beaming eyes and white whiskers.
We think our cats begin to Christmas plot
When we carry in the first Christmas box;
They plan ways to successfully intrude
And conquer our beautiful tree filled room.

Oh, those two cats and the dressed Christmas tree!
Wanting just fun from cat calamity,
We strive to relish their hilarity 
And not anxiety about our tree.
I often think my cats only sated
When they see us become aggravated.

I soon found pawing proof under the tree
Where one or both had ribbon pawing glee.
Looking close, I spied loose black colored fur –
Ah, the Mati – Daddy needs to scold her.
And Mati, what debris is stuck on thee?
Did you drag the manger straw to our tree?

We thought the evening quiet, the cats still.
Chilling, we watched a Christmas show until
THUD – Lacy soars out of the Christmas tree
And sheds tinsel everywhere as she flees.
The tree topper wobbles, then falls and breaks.
A pity, it was brand new and looked great.

We consider spray water therapy
But, she will hide until there’s harmony.
Pondering what to place atop our tree,
I point and say, “The tallest stem I see
Is left of the painted pine cone and nut,
Go find Lacy and I'll stick it up her ear.
That'll make the tree quite merry, my dear.”

... CayCay Jennings
December 2, 2015

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

			Revenge may not come easily
			if you're a cat whose foe is man.
			To get back at the children's dad,
			I had to have a perfect plan.

			He's always aggravated me
			and had great fun at my expense.
			He plays mean pranks and makes me mad.
			To see him coming makes me wince.

			At Christmastime I'd have my chance.
			I'd make use of that big green tree,
			with its bright balls, both large and small,
			some high, some low--a sight to see.

			One day I ran in right behind
			the kids. I'm slick! They never knew.
			I started playing with those balls,
			the bottom ones with light red hue.
			My mark was inches from the tree--
			a bare foot on a sleeping foe.
			Just as I'd planned, I then attacked
			that couch potato's big pink toe.

			He jumped straight up and screamed at me.
			He said--well, you don't want to know!
			The children came to my defense
			while Daddy nursed his bleeding toe.

   			"Gosh! Big toes might resemble light 
   			red ornaments to Fluffy, Dad.
   			She innocently got confused.
   			She doesn't know HOW to be bad!"

			Dad learned his lesson; that's for sure.
			At least he doesn't pick on me.
			I'm grateful for sweet kids and things
			that dangle from the Christmas tree.

Date: December 5, 2017

Contest: Christmas Tree Poetry Contest

Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton



Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
 As the the lights glistened on my Christmas tree
 My curious cat came near
 He seemed content to sit and stare
 Or at least  so it did appear

 But when his curiosity got the better of him
 He took a swipe at an ornament
 His paw got entangled in the wires
 As he snarled to show  discontent

 But the more he tried to free himself
 The more entangled he got
 I tried to calm the feline down
 But soon I was also in a knot

 It wasn't long before we tumbled down
 Christmas tree and all
 I managed to get up after the fall
 Only to see my cat running down the hall

 Now when I decorate the Christmas tree
 My cat stays far away
 I guess I'll have no more catastrophes
 Unless  Santa Claus gets stuck in the chimney!

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |
Early one Christmas morn
my eyes flew open wide,
found no gifts under the tree
so I ran to look outside.

Everywhere, on the ground
lay mounds of fluffy snow
and parked right in front,
topped with a big red bow,

was my trusty old wagon
full of presents galore.
Four eyes peeked out and
made my emotions soar.

Two furry little playmates
to fill the hours of my days
full of love and amusement
with their wild, playful ways.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |
Cats and Christmas trees, What a sight to see
If you were me, you would not believe
I found him on top of my Christmas tree
With eyes so bright, Fur golden a bit of snow
I tried to walk carefully, His next actions unknown
Could it remain a mystery, Whats next I don't want to see
As balls began tumbling, He slid down my Christmas tree
Causing a fright, He ran out of sight
As I stood in awe, shattered pieces on my floor

Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Two questions to start.

Why do you call yourself, enlightened? And who enlightened you?


What if the Bible were a bit misleading? I mean it is already pretty vague in many areas, notions etc.


This is somewhat related. Everything is somewhat related. We call this God.

Did you know that the lion and the snake both represent Satan, and Jesus?


I ask the opening questions again.



It matters, translation. It affords errors which beget more, errors.


Lion Snake

Lion Snake


Son of Man? Or Son of God?

It matters.

The bronze serpent on a pole.

One must be very careful who one has faith in.


I am not the Messiah.

I think the Bible has been misinterpreted.

Lion Snake matters.

I call God father.

Jesus was a lamb.


Between a Jew and a Christian I am.

One group won't let me in basically and the other I am not sure of this messiah.

I follow God. God is my rock. That is what most Jews do too.

I ain't a Jew though.

I don't really want to be a Jew. I thought I did once. I don't.

Christians, I get them sometimes.

Jesus, he really did die for our sins. I mean he really died.

People are still trying to kill him.

Cat, that is crazy.

Copyright © Gun Poet | Year Posted 2014

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Cat and Christmas tree

As I stood adorned with my trimmings,
she watched me with her twinkling eyes,
Magnetised to the gifts and my needles,
and to fluttering tinsel that hugged me tight,

They celebrated as she climbed me atop,
bit my needles and rubbed my trunk,
Before anyone could take a catnap,
Together we came tumbling on the ground !!

Written Dec 10th, 2015
For contest by Mary

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2015

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Cats and Christmas Trees Contest
Sponsor:  Mary Oliver Rotman

I remember back in 1986,
I was only six years old.
I've heard so many versions,
But the truth must be told.

My lil' kitty Daisy, 
Was literally crazy,
Sometimes a lil' lazy,
Never ceases to amaze me.

We had a real Christmas tree,
Not an artificial green pine,
The needles so pricky,
Could send chills up her spine.

She sat and starred,
At this one small ornament,
I made it for my grammy,
Almost caused an argument.

I continued watching her,
Began at the skirt of the tree,
Fighting for a spot,
Next to our puppy Mugsy

Hot on her heals,
She takes off quickly,
Bouncing off Papa's lamp,
Cat the brat looks at me.

Daisy sure was curious,
With a side of smitten,
I've never seen so much,
Confidence in a tiny kitten.

There she finally went,
Up and up that woody plant,
Roughly clambers it,
Her paws start to expand.

Knocking pine needles off,
Chewing on the tinsel,
Mommy tried everything,
Wouldn't come when she whistled.

Cats seem to be hard-wired,
Ancestors ruining tree's,
Complete feline fascination,
Out on a tangent spree.

I need to go get rosemary,
A safe cat repellent,
If I hurry very fast,
It may be a good deterrent.

As she decides to decline,
The look of fear on her face,
Too scared to climb down,
Thinking it's not very safe.

But who was there to help?
I was only six years old,
I'd do absolutely anything,
And that's how the story is told.

After everything is over,
I read a wise phrase quack,
"You can take the cat out of the jungle,
But you can't take the jungle out of the cat."

Written: November 17, 2015

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

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A grin, a smile, so happy to see.
To be with your loved ones, your family. 
All the things,
You think Christmas could be.

But not in this house,
For I am alone,
Just my cat and a mouse,
Make up my little home.

There are those more fortunate,
Than I,
But don't shed a tear,
Don't start to cry.

For this is the life,
I have made for myself.
I have some salt pork,
And some beans on the shelf.

On the really cold nights,
I must look a sight,
I have my space heater,
To make it feel right.

I'll grab my blanket,
And get cozy and warm,
Have to watch my budget,
Save for a storm.

My entertainment,
Is the cat and the mouse,
Scurrying here and there,
All over the house.

A knock at my door,
Is never heard,
Except for the banker,
He is such a nerd.

He wants his money,
I tell him next week,
But that's not good enough,
My land he does seek.

I'll be out by Christmas,
A miracle I need,
But I have a weakness,
To help less fortunate than me.

I have good neighbors,
In this little country town,
For me, help is not an option,
For they never come around.

But this is ok,
For a loner I am,
They don't know what they're missing,
When I get out the spam.

Such a meal it will make,
A special dinner for me,
Maybe for Christmas,
We'll just have to see.

There lives a widow woman,
Not far from my place,
But she wont accept help,
She thinks it's a disgrace.

So when she has,
A few cents to spare,
I'll go down and help her,
Without a care.

But this is not enough,
To save my little house,
I wonder what will happen,
To the cat and the mouse.

I can't take them with me,
I have no place to go,
It is so cold now,
It is starting to snow.

But fear not for me,
Or the cat and the mouse,
For they are best buddies,
And don't need a house.

I'll be alright,
I have it all figured out,
I'll go visit the banker,
And sleep in his HOUSE.

If you made it this far I wish to thank you for reading. This is not my life ..... well some of it 
is .... I do have a cat ..... he's such a mean putty cat I wrote this because I was 
reminded of the less fortunate. Don't just think of them at Christmas time, but always. Ken

Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2008

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Twas' the night before Christmas and all through my house,
a cat named "Shadow", played and ran around with the mouse!
Not a squeek, nor a sound, he gave a spirit of holiday cheers,
and saw a red suit santa, which scared away his fears!

If he could be with santa always for holidays to celebrate,
and have a happy Christmas, with a "purr-fect", playmate!
Wishing a season filled with love, joy and hope throughout the year,
of a cat like "Shadow", he is special and so very dear!

Copyright © Yolaine Armitage | Year Posted 2010

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Why can't I play with shiny balls
And climb that Christmas Tree
Why bring a tree into the house
Then say it's not for me

Why can't I help with wrapping paper
I love to play with twine
Oh please, I only want to help
While you sit and sip your wine

I love to smell your kitchen odours
Turkey, pork and ham by the ton
That cooking drives me up the wall
But then I act the sneaky one

That's when you kick me out the door
You really spoil my fun, and that's for sure

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2016