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Christmas Pets Poems | Christmas Poems About Pets

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Details | Light Poetry |


I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Limerick |

Pets on Parade

"Pets on Parade" on Christmas Eve two kitty cats were sleeping as Santa Claus climbed down the chimney creeping Excalibur started to purr Gabriel raised his black fur poor Santa was startled and began weeping. while Santa was chased by playful felines trotting toward them a band of hungry canines sweet Venus the white Wstie was growing quite testy for commotion interrupted her night sublime. Thor and Thunder twin midnight blue great danes frolicked in fun as Santa reached for red candy canes they took giant licks opened Santa's bag of tricks as Raider the Shepherd smeared frosty windowpanes. pretty pets on parade on Christmas Eve had a jolly good time you best believe sharing cookies and milk with the Moon smooth as silk and Santa was so happy to leave. *For SKAT'S Calling All Pet Poems ..

Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Christmas Dinner Fiasco

"Christmas Dinner Fiasco" on Christmas Eve, family gathered for "Feast of Seven Fishes" an old Italian tradition while wrapping gifts with expectant wishes hubby decided to play Chef Boyardee complete with hat and apron, a fun sight to see the kitty cats circled dinner table to pounce licking their whiskers, smelling each tasty ounce. pumpkin bread baking and homemade apple pie whipped cream and hot fudge enjoyed with warm sigh candied sweet potatoes with buttered rolls and biscuits diet food hidden away like melba toast and triscuits aromas so yummy the puppies were squealing soon there was a stampede, sent the kitchen Chef reeling. tree trimming time once dinner was finished spirits running high with no chance to diminish all seated to say grace before this marvelous meal with colorful palette' and great appetite appeal underneath the table came growling and gnashing as felines and canines, over dripping crumbs, were clashing. the Chef lost his temper and scooted pets to the yard from inside the hacienda those onry pets were barred but the doggie door was unlocked so began the invasion pets on parade on a Christmas Eve occasion the desserts lined the table like poetic pop art creme puffs with rum and rice cakes a la carte'. coffees were carried next to Christmas tree tinsel and garland with musical lights mystery but Cali the cat had his own idea of fun 'twas entangled in garland with paws in a bun and Gabby had stolen a piece of creme puff his black face was white as snowflake soft fluff. the Danes sniffed out chew sticks from their stockings as Raider and Golden ran round the tree in flocking and sweet little Venus was as good as a dream enjoying her peaches as she swirled in whipped cream Christmas dinner fiasco provided laughs with love as we sang "Deck the Halls' to the good Lord above. *For Francine Robert's Christmas Dinner With Humor. *Dec. 2, 2012.

Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012

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 | Quatrain |

Christmas Joy

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

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 | Quatrain |


It's the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creature is stirring,
Not even a mouse.

Mother and father,
Have put up a tree.
Think I'll just go climb it,
To see what I can see.

Look at all of this tinsle,
And paper and bows,
And yards of bright ribbons,
And lights all aglow.

Is all of this here,
Just for me and the others?
A tree for to climb,
A whole room full of wonders?

A place for us kitties,
To run through and chase,
And send decorations,
All over the place?

Then they can come in,
And rebuild it again,
Knowing that this,
Is all part of the game.

Then they can pretend,
To scold and be mad,
But in secret we know,
It makes their hearts glad,

To see us so happy,
And watch us at play,
Then they get to rebuild it,
It just makes their day.

Not all folks are like them,
It's no joke or jest,
These people of ours,
For sure, they're the best.

                                 Judy Ball

Aren't cats great.
They're fun, funny, curious and so affectionate.
They are total innocence wrapped in a fur coat.
A house is so much more interesting when shared with a pet.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Twas' the night before Christmas

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

Details | Enclosed Rhyme |

My Catnee

         My Catnee

                         My sweet pet
                  accompanied me
                 Christmas gifts to get.
             I put the Christmas tree
               at corner of garden gate.
             close to my cat’s territory
          to get spectacular view at best.

       Beneath the tree all the gifts I spread.
          Following traditional norm.
            Golden stars are put on shed       
                   Strings of light are hung from
                      fence of flower bed.
                         No chance of storm
                                    And Mom 

           On branch I hang jingle bells to ring.
              Catnee was watching all along.
                On her neck I tied a string
                    with bell to ring ding-dong
                     She cheered on running.
                     With Christmas song
                            went evening,
                                 so long

            Next morning Catastrophe shattered all.
               Cute Catnee made big massacre.
                  stars are torn, strings of light fall
                     She chewed gift wrapper
                        kicking bells as ball.
                        messy all over.
                          As I call,
     I love my pets Contest   Third Place
  Sponsor  Laura Loo          

Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Saranac and The Christmas Bulb Coming To Your Local Theater Soon

   The fresh smell of pine resonated
through our home. 
    As we put up the Christmas tree,
decorating with sparkling bulbs shown.

    Our cat Saranac patiently watched.
She sat there staring looking at us.

     Her eyes were gleaming staring at
those glittering bulbs.
    She was behaving well just watching
us decorate and staring in awe!

     We were so proud of her sitting 
there so well behaved.
      Her eyes were fixated on those
bulbs totally amazed!

      That proud feeling did not last too
       As she jumped from the carpet and
her fun begun!

       She sprung and she swung and she
 batted and hugged, to never let go!
       She ripped that bulb from the tree,
in this wild cat and bulb show!

      My wife and I laughed as we 
watched Saranac play!
      The video we took we have till 
this day!

       We have shown the video to all of
our friends.
       Saranac is the star all over again!!!

 12/9/2015  Cats In The Christmas Tree Contest Sponsored by Mary Oliver Rotman


Copyright © michael tor | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


I wouldn't take in any cats that scratch and fret, 
even if they gave me them for free and begged;
wild and mean Rusty was my first and only cat:
I hated when his flaming red hair started to shed.

Man crazy things he did when he was left unattended,
he scratched my couch and torn my leopard pillows;
he made me scream, but he looked at me and meowed
in self-pity and tried to climb my leg with his paws.

The worst thing he has ever done that really made me go mad:
was when he knocked down my pretty Christmas Tree and started to run;
all the golden baubles and musical bells fell off its branches and shattered,
I caught him with swift hands and held him until he calmed down.

The carpet was the scene of a mess, shattered glass on the wrapped toys,
he stood on his legs shaking and quietly stared at me with very soft eyes: 
apoligizing for his bad behavior, for the first time he seemed a different cat;
I picked him up with immense tenderness forgetting he had been such a brat.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

The Cat of Christmas Present

Tinsel on the floor. 
Just got home from the store. 
Ornaments thrown about.
The cat... That I can't live without. 

He lay asleep under the tree.
The only problem 
The tree is on the floor
 In front of me. 

Colorful presents lay torn all around
Not an untouched thing to be found.
My blob of fur purring in front of me.
T'was the end of my Christmas tree.

Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


Just last Christmas Eve, She made this wish, Wrote it on a paper, put it in her stocking and sealed with a kiss! She prayed to God, "Please jingle your bells, do send Santa Claus." Santa came mid-night and read her wish, "A furry puppy with cute little paws."! "No Barbie dolls, no frilly frocks, no desires tall" Santa must have thought when he made his phone call! "My dear Elf, now this is the time to play your part, For I don't wish to break a loving heart! Here's a girl who helps everyone So let her biggest dream be done." The next early morning Sara heard some "woof-woof" from her door gap As she rushed to open it a sprightly pup bounced right in her lap! Two innocent eyes, furry wagging tail, Such a lovely sight! It licked her face, made loving sounds as she held it tight.

Copyright © Yesha Shah | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |


Like a Christmas merry-go-round
this little red and green leaf
swirled 'round and 'round
in a tiny puddle in the wind.

It reminded me of holiday cookies
sand being the sugar sprinkled
upon it so sparkly red and green
that I could almost taste it. 

I had a red and green parrot once
he was my holiday gift all year
singing loud Christmas carols
of his own spectacular making.

He would have loved those cookies.

Sheila Kathryn Barrera

Copyright © Sheila Kathryn Barrera | Year Posted 2008