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Details | Quatrain |


(the sequel to A Christmas Story Told By The Dog)

Twas the night before Christmas just one year ago,
When we had that commotion outside in the snow,
With reindeer a-runnin' this way and that,
And a strange obese man in a red suit and hat;

Who'd snuck down the chimney of all the strange places.
Guess he thought that way he'd leave fewer traces.
The folks were at church, they were gone for the evening.
The house was empty, at least it was seeming;

But I and the cat had been left on guard,
And when he entered we brought him down hard.
I fastened my teeth 'round his ankle and then,
The cat screamed and scratched him from eyebrows to chin.

He screamed and he scrambled back whence he came.
As I grabbed his bahunkus he called me a name.
He made it to roof and jumped in his sleigh,
And the reindeer took off in a fast get away.

They hit some old lady out in the street,
Swooping low for momentum for a speedy retreat.
The house was a shambles, the front yard a mess,
And I'm sure that old lady felt less than blessed.

I sit here remembering one year ago,
And all that commotion outside in the snow.
All of a sudden I heard a sound,
And the cat hit the window in one mighty bound.

He let out a screech that sent chills up my back.
I can scarcely believe it but that sucker's back.
This time he skipped us and went next door.
Just wait till he meets their black labrador;

For he still remembers that terrible night,
And you can be certain he'll put up a fight.

Merry Christmas, Y'all

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Family Grief Family Happiness

   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

Teaching an Old Dog

All I remember is going into the garage to get the snow shovel.
I am not even sure how much of the driveway I managed to shovel.  Apparently, I was lying in the snow for several hours before one of the neighbors noticed me.

The next thing I remember is waking up from a deep sleep to the sounds of beeping machines with tubes and wires stuck into and on my body.

As I slowly regained consciousness and my eyes were able to focus, I was aware of a young, bald child looking down on me.

“Hi,” said the smiling, angelic face.  Given the child’s age and complete baldness, I could not tell whether they were a boy or a girl.  And, with the tube inserted in my throat and taped to my mouth, I was in no position to return their salutation.

I tried to remember who this child might be and why they were here with me.  I guess my eyes displayed my confusion as the child said, “I'm Elizabeth.  They let me walk around the hospital a little.  Sometimes I sneak out of the oncology wing and look for people who have no visitors.  I like to make sure someone is there when they wake up.  I know I always like to see someone when I wake up from my operations.”

She just stood above me smiling.  I then noticed she was holding my hand.

“Sometimes it is hard for family members or friends to come visit.  Some people just really don’t like hospitals.  And, I guess”, she said, “not everybody has someone that close to them.  So, I like to become their visitor for them.  I hope you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind.  Although it did make me embarrassed to realize that I fit in the latter category; I didn’t have anybody that close to me.

She just smiled at me and petted my hand as the medications worked their magic on me and I started to drift back off to sleep.  I heard a nurse come into the room and say, “There you are, Honey.  You need to get back to your room now and leave this nice man be.”

The next time I regained consciousness, I noticed a hand drawn picture of a house with a Christmas tree out front with a note that said, “I hope you get home before Christmas” and was signed by Elizabeth.

Each new day, I was welcomed by another drawing of Christmas scenes; smiling faces; reindeer; and, starry skies.  All containing a happy note and all signed, ”Love, Elizabeth”.

After ten days of recovery and following the insertion of two stents into my heart, I was well enough to return to my empty home.  On my way out of the hospital, I stopped by the Oncology Wing to say good-bye and thank you to Elizabeth.  When I asked the nurse at the floor station where I could find Elizabeth, she replied, “Oh I'm sorry, Elizabeth is no longer with us.”

I then said, “Well can you tell me her home address or phone number, I would really like to thank her for visiting me in my hospital room this past week.”

The look on the nurse’s face indicated that I misunderstood what she had meant.  Elizabeth was no longer with us.

Sadly, I started walking towards the exit.

Just before I got to the elevator, I noticed an open door with a man lying on his bed, with tubes in his nose and throat and nobody else in the room with him.  I went into his room and sat in the empty chair.

When he opened his eyes two hours later, I said, “Hi, I'm Joe.  I noticed there was nobody here when you were brought back from your operation and I know how nice it is to see a smiling face when you wake up, so I thought I would sit here with you for a while.  I hope you don’t mind.”

He squeezed my hand; gave a slight smile; and, slowly drifted off back to sleep.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |

My Wish List

Every Christmas I make my list, things I need, you get the gist A computer, Xbox and an IPad too, a racing bike in shades of blue A new football, a big green kite, some boxing gloves for my next big fight Heaps of clothes- You know my style What else- What else-Let me focus a while Oh YES!! Those latest games just out Will keep me amused -Without a doubt A wide screen TV-Mum would love it A theatre surround to complete the kit That should keep me of the street My fans would grow, wouldn't that be neat But top of the list a dog to call friend A friendship we'll build to last till the end I'll call him Snoopy- He'll come to my call We'll go the beach and hang at the Mall Haven't asked for much I must confess I'm one of those kids who settles for less Now its up to the fat guy in his jolly red suit I'll sit on his knee and care not a hoot Of the sniggers and smirks from the big kids there A conspiracy I'm sure - But I really don't care Something worries me though- a niggling doubt Heaven forbid Mum hears this came from my mouth But is Santa all there? Can he hear alright I show him my list, nothings wrong with his sight He reads it out slowly then gives me a smile Then we grin at the camera and I linger awhile As I look down the line I see something's not right There's woe begone expressions, anger and fright This little dude screams he wont sit on his lap His mother tries to get him to but he's a feisty young chap Till Santa concedes and gives up his seat Well I bow to the best cause that's no mean feat There's tantrums galore and parents in a state Now come along kids and just keep the faith Is it something to do with that theory out there That Santa's a fake but I really don't dare To go down that road- There's too much at stake There's things I need badly and I'm starting to quake. I'll forgive him for last year when I asked for a dog Got a mouse instead and a fat green frog Why did he get it so wrong Mum? I asked in despair She smiled at me sweetly as she patted her hair Now there's only so much that sack can hold And Santa knows best or so I've been told You haven't been that good-Your list was too long And please stop playing that same Christmas song So Santa for this year my faith I will keep I'll hang up my stocking and before I go to sleep I'll put out your milk and some nice cookies too Some carrots for your reindeer Rudolph, Dasher and crew But promises broken are not very cool Come Xmas with a No Show- I'll look like a fool Please bring me my puppy or I'll give you the sack I'll join the Non Believers and Never look back

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

A Christmas Tale

Out in the cold, chained to a tree, The old dog watched as the sad little girl approached. Meeting, loving, the poor things cuddled close, Sharing their animal heat on that cold Christmas night. A passing stranger and his wife halted in their journey home, Taken by the sight of the ugly old dog leaning trustfully, As the small barefoot girl slowly, carefully freed it from its chain. "You're my Christmas baby now," they heard her whisper. The man said, "Surely the dog must be abandoned," and The wife said, "That child has been thrown away, too." Both asked in unison, "What can we do?" In unison they replied, "Let's take them home and adopt them both." Entry for contest #25 inspired by "The Little Match Girl" by H.C. Andersen Free verse

Copyright © Pat Holland | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |


It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,

Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,

So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.

He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.

The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.

One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.

The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.

The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;

Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.

Without hesitation,
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.

Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.

They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.

Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.

Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;

How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.

It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.

(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)

(Now you know the whole story)

For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand

For DejaVu Christmas  contest by Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

Details | Prose Poetry |

Paws For Christmas


The tree stood straight,
It looked so nice.
Even had shiny things,
To look like ice.

A star on the top,
Was special to see.
Plus the lights and toys,
Filled our hearts with glee.

A package or two,
Were placed on the floor.
For family and guests,
To see and adore.

Then the puppy came close,
What did he see?
What is that shiny thing on his nose,
From the Christmas tree.

How did the ornament so bright,
Get down on the floor?
I bet this puppy could tell you,
As he ran for the door.

What are these teeth marks,
On the package we see?
A gift from our puppy,
Under the tree.

But we take it in stride,
And hug the old mutt.
For it's his Christmas too,
but "stay out of the nuts".


Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Christmas Time

She had been sealed with a kiss
As she stood under the mistletoe.
He had brought a smile to her face
She knew he loved her, it showed.

Mary stood at the window
Listening to the carolers sing a tune
Knew every word to each song
They would be through soon

Hot chocolate and cookies offered
For it was below zero that night
Snow began to fall very fast
Making the season feel just right 

As they said goodbye
The carolers went on their way 
Went back to the window to sit
Thinking about what went on that day

House was all lit up
With Christmas lights through the house 
It was so quiet and felt content
She hadn't even seen or heard the mouse

Lacy, her dog and companion
Came to sit nearby
Treated her with loyalty
As time had gone by 
© Melanie . All rights reserved, 9 hours ago

Copyright © Country Girl48 | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

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

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |


It's the night before Christmas and I and the cat,
Patrol the house in search of that,
Which could cause harm to kith or kin;
Though the job is mine the cat is my friend,

So he comes along to help where he can,
And we have devised a workable plan.
He'll give the call if he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin', that's what we've arranged.

The war cry he gives is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit it gives me the creeps.
One night 'bout this time a few years ago,
We thought we heard something outside in the snow.

The cat crept up to the window sill,
And he gave a cry that was eerie and shrill.
The folks were all gone, they were at church,
And up on the roof came a clatter and lurch.

Then some strange old man in a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney with a sack filled with loot.
Without hesitation I was on the attack.
None of our stuff would he put in that sack.

Back up the chimney he flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running all over the place.
They took off like a rocket, swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never knew reindeer could fly.

Some poor old lady was out in the street.
Never knew what hit her, it was reindeer feet.
Her husband stood staring in total dismay,
And they sing about her to this very day.

How on her way home from the church which was near,
Grandma got run over by eight reindeer.
It's the night before Christmas and I and the cat,
Are on the alert but he won't be back.

(now you know the rest of the story)

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Memories from a Stuffed Dog

Your always near;
memories of
winters past
play on the air
in front of this
fuzzy gift.
With beady black eyes
and brown spotted black fur,
I'm reminded of a
long lost companion.
Your gift;
a memory
of a memory,
cherished and loved forever.

Copyright © Sean Cannon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

Silly Christmas Cartoon

Once again the cat was in the cradle
and I didn't even have a silver spoon,
my master always at work leaving me with this loon,
always standing there stiff like with those sticks,
yesterday my tongue getting frozen as I tried to lick it,

Maybe I should be a little more bolder,
since I'm getting tired of him giving me the cold shoulder,
me a jack russell terrier with a ton of energy,
I didn't understand why he wasn't being very friendly,

My staring and whining at him certainly didn't do the trick,
because he just stood there staring back and didn't flinch,
finally with all the gusto I could muster,
I jumped high in the air and barked "take that buster!",

Finally grabbing the stick that I wanted him to throw,
seems like he started to dissolve a bit and take a bow,
I started chewing on the stick and dragging it around,
the frozen loon slowly dissolving and still not making a sound,

Couple of days later the frozen loon was almost all gone,
that is till we got yet another snowstorm,
my workaholic master making me yet another frozen form,
saying this one will last longer since its an abominable snowman,

This time this particular form was even taller,
making me feel even punier and a whole lot smaller,
and instead of waiting for the form to throw a stick,
this form had branches that were like 6 inches thick,

Since my past experience with the other looney form,
this time I got smart and was filled with cynicism and scorn,
thinking if this loon thinks I'm going to wait to play fetch and freeze,
well I'll just tell him he's just barking up the wrong tree!


Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The most famous Pug Dog of all....Sung to Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer

There was Snoopy and Odie,
Beethoven and Benjie
All the dalmatians, who caused a great freenzy,

But do you recall........ The most Famous Pug Dog of all........?

Jackson the flat nosed Pug Dog,
Had a very flattened nose
and if you ever saw him,
you would see he's pigeon toed

All of the female Pug Dogs,
liked his little Pug Dog swag
they loved to follow Jackson,
for a little tail wag

Then one stormy Christmas Eve,
Janis Pug heard him say
It's to cold for you to leave,
I really think that you should stay

Now there's a brand new Ornament,
Hanging from the Christmas tree
Jackson the flat nosed Pug Dog

You'll- Go- Down- in - History.............................................

Copyright © Richard Pickett | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

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

Copyright © Karen Ann Gagnon | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

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

Copyright © Blake Cruz | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

The Nihilist - Five: Dog-Tired Days

Parallel went the universe someplace along the line
When autumn French-kissed winter with tongues of leaf and ice;
The lamp-posts dripped drab amber with a dark and dreary shine,
A devil's brew of garnished sleet, elemental egg-fried rice.
Night caved long and colder as day fell short, sedate,
And I felt somewhat older, in my heart a dying spark;
Crying out for love rekindling to alleviate the fate
Of departing in pitch-blackness and returning in the dark.
Tedious treadmill grinding as the Christmas pines were sawn,
Down in the valley decorations sagged and popped and spat;
Sizzling bulbs of neon death, ramshackle and forlorn,
Greeting cards from no one close had piled up on the mat.
My eyes blurred red and jaundiced in a fiery bourbon haze,
Well-past midnight I still sit and hungrily imbibe;
Toasting all the ghosts I knew throughout my dog-tired days,
On glitzy wrapping clawed the wishes I wished to inscribe.
Never has the relevance of nothing meant so much,
The face of unrequited love recedes in mist and snow;
The angels on the Christmas tree bestow no healing touch,
Pull up the covers, settle down, there's nowhere left to go…

Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005