Christmas Morn, That Midnight Was Born

Christmas Morn, That Midnight Was Born That Christmas morn, sun was still hiding so low yet Queenie had just put on a beautiful show. For little puppies we kids had all quietly prayed And mother dog had given, each beautifully made. Six little furry bundles soon appeared in sight all pretty except the runt, I later named Midnight. Momma dog was so careful to tend to them all even Midnight although he was so very small. Five were quite healthy and look so very great except for Midnight and he hardly ever ate. Born so small, left paw deformed, looked so bad one less left toe he most assuredly had. Father said, Midnight simply would not survive I took it upon myself to prove that a lie. Three weeks, I diligently set him in place to feed taking care of his every want and great need. He had started out looking like a disaster now suddenly he had grown into a little master. With that white shining spot just above his eye dad said, he will do , son you are the reason why. A year flew past like a quick, brief summer rain all pups beautiful, nary a one was just plain. Yet Midnight all agreed was now the great prize I had done it, proved my Dad's prediction a lie! He had a shiny coat that glowed, a limp as he walks his bark was so beautiful, I swear I heard him talk. Neighbors swore nothing like him did they ever see Dad said, "son gets the credit" then points at me. All the dogs were soon trained to track and hunt Midnight excelled, the very best of the bunch. Fellow hunters bragged all about his great skill one offered to buy him for a hundred dollar bill! Dad would always smile, wink and just politely say not for any amount, not now or on any other day. That dog was reared and fed lovingly by my baby son I'd not sell him for diamonds nor gold by the ton. Midnight began a runt and little could I ever see but my boy saw and proved my error lovingly to me. That pup began a sickly runt, a diamond in the rough my boy healed him, making a top winner sure enough! That Christmas morn, sun was still hiding so low yet Queenie had just put on a beautiful show. For little puppies we kids had all quietly prayed And mother dog had given, each beautifully made. R.J. Lindley