Kitty uh Nevermind Carols: Dashing Through the Mall

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 finishing up posting her carols through the rest of this week as the holiday season winds down and the time of Janus pondering approaches.
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 last one! ...and thus ends the holiday season for another year on this blog.
Given the amount of post holiday shopping across the globe, this one seems appropriate to finish with...
Enjoy and hope your holiday season was phenomenal! The best is yet to come.

Dashing Through the Mall
(to “Jingle Bells”)

Dashing through the mall, as we swiftly go insane.
Through the stores we go, with our feet in pain.
Children’s screaming rings, in our ears all night.
Oh what “fun” it is to shop for Christmas gifts tonight.

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the day
Hear those bells they ring and jingle all the night and day!

A gift for Mother here, and one for Father there.
Frantically we search: here, there, everywhere.
And each gift must be, the perfect thing—just right.
Oh, what “fun” it is to shop for Christmas gifts tonight.

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the day.
If those bells don’t quiet soon, I think I’ll run away!

Christmas Eve is near, but still we roam the malls.
Seeking that last gift, onward through the stalls.
Still those children scream, and still those bells they ring.
Oh, what “fun”—Help! I’ve gone deaf! I can not hear a thing!

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the day.
Christmas shopping’s done—I hope—It’s Christmas Eve today!

Rachelle Coe

Kiddie/Kitty/Tree/whatever Carol: The Perfect Tree

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 finishing up posting her carols through the rest of this week as the holiday season winds down and the time of Janus pondering approaches.
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! Only one more to go and thus ends the holiday season for another year on this blog. Tree carol, rather than kitty carol this time. (I like the 'toes are frozen' part, myself.) With the weather we are currently having in the Pacific Northwest, uncharacteristically ice and snow bound, it fits...though the folks in the midwest have it worse, I think.)
Enjoy!

The Perfect Tree
(to “We Three Kings”)

Out we go in search of a tree.
Fit to deck for all to see.
Up the hills and down the valleys.
Seeking our Christmas tree.

O‑oh tree of wonder, tree of light.
Hung with shining tinsel bright.
Onward searching, ever seeking.
Hunting for the perfect tree.

On we search through deepening snow.
Toes are frozen, still on we go.
Here’s a tree, it looks so lovely‑‑It’s
lopsided, on we go.

chorus

Slipping, sliding, onward we seek.
Through the gathering gloom yet we peek.
There it is, at last we’ve found it.
This is the perfect tree.

chorus

Now at last our perfect tree’s home.
No more searching out will we roam.
String the lights and hang the candy‑canes.
Christmas too soon is flown.

chorus

Stand we now, admiring our tree.
Beauty there for all to see.
Still the best was wandering, searching,
seeking the perfect tree!

chorus

Rachelle Coe

Christmas Carol: The Night Before Christmas

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! Only two more to go and thus ends the holiday season for another year on this blog. Kiddie carol on this one rather than Kitty carol.
Enjoy!

The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
near the tree, bright with tinsel and ornaments there.

And all of the presents were placed by the tree,
so there in the morning, the children would see.
The cookies were baked and the garlands all hung
A moment--or two--of peace, surely we’d won.

But up in the bedrooms arose such a clatter,
that we leapt from our chairs to see what was the matter.
And what to our trembling ears should come clear,
but two little voices, “Is Christmas now here?”

Then small feet came running, to the top of the stair,
“Is it Christmas Day yet? Is Santa Claus there?”
But quickly we stopped them, returned them to bed,
“It’s not Christmas Day yet, so lay down your head.”

So back to our chairs, now quite ready to rest,
and think thoughts of Christmas and hope for the best.
And yet, once again, came those small voices clear,
“Is it Christmas Day yet? Is Santa Claus here?"

Once more up the stairs, as the children paused there,
and we picked them up quickly, and ruffled their hair.
Then we hugged them, and kissed them, and put them to bed,
“It’s not Christmas Day yet, so go back to bed.”

Now back down the stairs, to our chairs we did fly…
…Came those two little voices, “Has Santa been by?”

Rachelle Coe

Christmas Carol: Dashing 'Round the Trunk (dog version, not the cat version)

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! It's another dog oriented one, the cat version of this song was already posted earlier.
Enjoy!


Dashing ‘Round the Trunk
(to “Jingle Bells”)

Dashing ‘round the trunk, of my tattered Christmas tree.
Goes my joyful dog, barking in her glee.
Light strings dragging here, and glass balls bouncing there.
Oh, what fun it is for dogs with Christmas in the air.

Oh! Cards and gifts, ribbons bright, cakes and cookies too.
All these things for playing with and wrapping paper too.

At last it’s Christmas Eve, and my dog lurks ‘neath the roof.
Quietly she waits, for the sound of hooves.
An ambush she’s set, so Santa’d best beware.
Oh, what fun that dog can have, with Christmas in the air.

Oh! Cards and gifts, ribbons bright, cakes and cookies too.
All these things for playing with and wrapping paper too.

Now it’s Christmas morn, and my dog’s quite snug (and smug).
There’s a bright red hat, on the fireplace rug.
And next to that hat, some sleigh bells lying there.
That silly dog has too much fun with Christmas in the air.

Oh! Cards and gifts, ribbons bright, cakes and cookies too.
All these things for playing with and wrapping paper too.

Rachelle Coe

Christmas Carol: The Dog Owner's Christmas Carol

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!

The Dog Owner’s Christmas Carol
(to “The 12 Days of Christmas”)

On the day before Christmas, I found waiting for me…
Twelve candy‑canes scattered,
Eleven presents opened,
Ten cookies nibbled,
Nine glass balls bouncing,
Eight knick‑knacks shattered,
Seven light‑strings dragging,
Six spills awaiting,
*** Five shredded gifts, ***
Four broken cups,
Three chewed cards,
Two lost tags,
And my dog asleep beneath the Christmas tree.

Rachelle Coe

Christmas Carol: What Cat Is This?

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!

What Cat is This
(to “What Child is This/Greensleeves”)

What cat is thiis who sleeping lies,
within the Christmas tree branches.
Who purrs so loud while dreaming deep,
of ornaments she’d like to keep.

This, this is Christmas Cat, who waits all year for Christmas.
This, this is Christmas Cat, the climber of Christmas trees.

And now who lurks behind the gifts,
‘tis Christmas Cat who’s waiting.
And once the family is all asleep,
the ornaments she’ll start to breaking.

This, this is Christmas Cat, who’s swinging from the stockings.
This, this is Christmas Cat, till Santa comes a-calling.

And now who sits at Santa’s feet,
with face so sweet and angelic.
‘Tis Christmas Cat, who’s done no wrong,
at least not when Santa was watching.

This, this is Christmas Cat, an angel all through the season.
This, this is Christmas Cat, the climber of Christmas trees.

Rachelle Coe

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

Christmas Carol: Dashing Up the Trunk

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--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!

Dashing Up the Trunk
(to “Jingle Bells”)

Dashing up the trunk, of my tattered Christmas tree.
Goes my joyful cat, laughing in her glee.
Light strings dragging here, and glass balls bouncing there.
Oh, what fun it is for cats with Christmas in the air.

Oh! Cards and gifts, ribbons bright, cakes and cookies too.
All these things for playing with and wrapping paper too.

At last it’s Christmas Eve, and my cat lurks on the roof.
Quietly she waits, for the sound of hooves.
An ambush she’s set, so Santa’d best beware.
Oh, what fun that cat can have, with Christmas in the air.

Oh! Cards and gifts, ribbons bright, cakes and cookies too.
All these things for playing with and wrapping paper too.

Now it’s Christmas morn, and my cat’s quite snug (and smug).
There’s a bright red hat, on the fireplace rug.
And next to that hat, some sleigh bells lying there.
That silly cat has too much fun with Christmas in the air.

Oh! Cards and gifts, ribbons bright, cakes and cookies too.
All these things for playing with and wrapping paper too.

Rachelle Coe

Christmas Carol: The Cat Owner's Christmas Carol

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--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!


The Cat Owner’s Christmas Carol
(to “The 12 Days of Christmas”)

On the day before Christmas, I found waiting for me…
Twelve candy-canes scattered,
Eleven presents opened,
Ten cookies nibbled,
Nine glass balls bouncing,
Eight knick-knacks shattered,
Seven light-strings dragging,
Six spills awaiting,
*** Five shredded gifts, ***
Four broken cups,
Three chewed cards,
Two lost tags,
And a kitten climbing in the Christmas tree.

Rachelle Coe

Christmas Carol: The Kitten's Christmas

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--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.)

Enjoy!

The Kitten’s Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all were asleep,
when the closet eased open and out kitten leaped.
There she stopped and she stared with her eyes open wide,
at the changes that happened while she was inside.

For a tree stood there now, all surrounded with toys
Hung with garland and tinsel—such kittenish joys.
There were stockings with bells, and balls hung from string,
ribbons and wrapping, such wonderous things.

So she raced to the tree, standing tall by the stair,
with the lights and the ornaments all hanging there.
She paused and she gazed at glass balls shining brightly,
she reached out and touched one (but, really, quite lightly).

Then, quick, up the tree, to the star at the top,
but once she had got there she just couldn’t stop.
She dashed through the tree (which no more did stand straight),
sent the ornaments flying--and some fell to break.

But just as she aimed and got ready to leap,
she heard a strange sound… something dropped in a heap.
There he stood by the fire, a little old man,
and he smiled at the kitten and then waved his hand.

The tree stood back upright, with garlands re-hung,
and those fast swinging ornaments stilled where they swung.
Then he stepped to the side and she saw something more.
For there! Right beside! ...was a bag on the floor!

She ran, quick, down the tree and she leaped ‘cross the room,
to hide there all quiet and small in the gloom.
And then as he turned once again to the tree,
she dashed to the bag and no more could be seen.

And as glass balls were rescued--which had tumbled down
the bag twitched and it tumbled, and rolled all around.
Then he turned to his bag, and he started to laugh,
as he righted the bag and he folded it back.

For there in his bag, tangled all ‘round with ribbon,
as she played with the gifts, was that small happy kitten.
He picked her up gently, set her down on a chair,
reached again to his bag--now safe, by the stair.

And from it he pulled, catnip balls and stuffed mice,
bright feathers, some cat-treats, and other things nice.
And then, just as fast as he first had appeared,
he stepped to the chimney, and just... disappeared.

So at last when the family came down on that morn,
what they saw were the presents--with wrapping untorn.
The stockings still hung and the tinsel shone bright,
with never a sign of what happened that night.

And the kitten just purred, and she never did tell,
That ‘twas Santa who’d saved the tree... just as it fell.
Now each Christmas Eve, she sits still in the night,
and looks at the Christmas tree, shining with lights.

She stays up and she waits, she knows Santa will come,
for it’s her home these days, that is last on his run.
And each Christmas Eve with old Santa she plays,
til at last he must leave, at the first light of day.

Then he leaps in his sleigh, and rides off out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Rachelle Coe