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.