Puppies Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the home
Not a creature was stirring, except puppies who roam
While waiting for Santa Paws to appear
The puppies were busy chewing a pig’s ear
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that they couldn’t reach them up there
We tucked the pups into little fleece beds
While visions of new toys danced in their heads
Mama and I headed upstairs to our beds
While thoughts of the chaos to come filled our heads
When from the living room, we heard such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Downstairs the puppies were amid the debris
That came from our beloved Christmas tree
A plate lay broken upon the floor
Santa’s cookies were no more
I told the puppies to be good
And hoped they really understood
They gave me a lick and scampered away
And knew that everything would be okay
Watching them play the thought came to me
That theirs is the spirit that Christmas should be
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