Christmas Day
It's Christmas Day, yippee.
I see my presents under the tree.
I run down the stair fast as can be.
I rip open the biggest one that I can see.
It's a little pitbull who thinks she's beastly.
She pounces at me and ends up hitting her head on a branch. She's carefree.
I guess she's a bit of a dummy.
According to her, my shoe's pretty yummy.
I'm so happy...
I love my puppy
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