© Sara L. Russell, Nov 2003

Christmas for Harley sometimes must take place
Within the confines of a cat hotel
But when we stay at home, life changes pace
And Christmas is a time of living well.

He dines on turkey, chicken or pork pie
Comes in and out, or sleeps on peacefully;
With sometimes pause to wonder, why oh why
Do humans gather round a plastic tree?

The tinsel's good for laughs, the balls will roll,
But golden cherubs really are the dregs.
Fake trees are pretty useless, on the whole
For party animals with four short legs.

He'll watch the fibre optics with a frown,
Dreaming of when he'll pounce and bring them down.