This Christmas the two household cats decided to celebrate in their own special way. Amber and Jet are two-year old black cats of the rare Bombay Breed. This poem is dedicated to their very “unique” personalities.
The Christmas tree was brought in sparkly in all of its winter pine needle finery
Ready to be decorated with heirloom ornaments, to celebrate the season with favored adornments
White crystal bells along with wooden treasures and red and silver balls were hung with pleasure
The family was pleased with this site, especially, when the tree was strung with all of the lights
Sister, brother, mother, father and grandmother too, admired their beautiful Yuletide view
As they knew that Christmas was started now, they stood back to look at each lovely bough
They talked of the past, shared stories together; Hugged, sang and laughed with each other
While merriment and joy filled the room, almost forgotten, idly batting at some very loose cotton
Two family members sat in the corner away from the rest; Plotted and planned their big midnight zest
Amber and Jet curled up, black tails wrapped around paws; Stared in rapture at what they saw
They waited patiently til all were asleep to begin their much anticipated holiday treat
Soon darkness surrounded the beautiful tree; Amber and Jet set out on their spree
They nibbled the needles, deftly batted colored balls, red and silver rolled all over the halls
Oh what a fun time they had, chasing ornaments to and fro; Never admitting this was naughty or bad
In the morning their adventure was found; The house awoke to the tree brought down
Amber and Jet sat patiently on the floor by its side, dreaming of pine needles broken and dried
Two sets of golden-colored eyes filled with wonder, recalling their marvelous night of plunder
©2015 Merriam Kathaleen