Smokey's Christmas Turkey

Smokey, God rest his soul, the poor old dog was very full that Christmas day years ago. We took the turkey out to sit and left for church to praise the Lord. It must have given Smokey fits to see that big stuffed turkey sit there, on the counter, not far away on that holy Christmas day. Back in the car we rode home, singing off key "Where Shepherds Roam", while our empty tummies groaned and thoughts of turkey, gravy and pies filled our hungry wanting eyes, but as we entered the kitchen door we saw the turkey on the floor, with not a nibble left on the bones as Smokey slept and snored and groaned. What the heck, "Now if you please", "We'll have to order out Chinese"! So every year until today we toast to Smokey on Christmas day.