Christmas Carol: Away in a Corner

A good friend of mine has graciously agreed to let me post her wonderful, often hilarious and typically cat-oriented Christmas Carols. (She's a cat person, so cats often are the source of her humor and writing.)
I will be posting her carols now through December and maybe beyond if I'm not through them all--there are several of them. Please do not copy or use her stuff without permission. And she would love to hear any feedback about her carols. (You can send any feedback to me, if you don't have Blogger permissions to comment this blog, at cganders1@yahoo.com.)
Here's the next one!
Enjoy!

Away in a Corner
(to “Away in a Manger”)

Away in a corner, lies kitty asleep.
She’s dreaming of Christmas, and tasks she must keep.
The presents are ready, the Christmas tree waits,
It’s all very peaceful, but soon she will wake.

So hide now your cookies, your ribbons and bows.
Take care for your eggnog, watch out for your toes.
Oh, quick grab that holly, and then save that tray.
For kitty will wake soon, and she likes to play.

Her whiskers will quiver, her eyes they will gleam.
As she looks around at this holiday scene.
She’ll dash up the tree trunk, she’ll leap from the stair,
To play with the ornaments now hanging there.

So hide now your cookies, your ribbons and bows.
Take care for your eggnog, watch out for your toes.
Oh, quick grab that holly, and then save that tray.
For kitty is coming, and she likes to play.

The garlands are sagging, the damage is done.
A stash of glass ornaments, kitty has won.
There’s crumbs in the corner, where kitty had slept,
The remnants of cookies that weren’t safely kept.

So hide now your cookies, your ribbons and bows.
Take care for your eggnog, watch out for your toes.
Oh, quick grab that holly, and then save that tray.
For kitty is here now, and she likes to play.

The presents are opened, much wrapping was torn.
And kitty snagged sweaters, before they were worn.
She played with the ribbons, she chewed on the tags,
She jumped in the wrapping, we stuffed in the bags.

But now all keep quiet, no noise we must make.
We’ll pick up our presents and home them we’ll take.
We’ll tip‑toe off quiet from where she does lay.
For kitty is sleeping, tomorrow she’ll play.

Rachelle Coe