Christmas Dog Poems | Examples
These Christmas Dog poems are examples of Dog poems about Christmas. These are the best examples of Dog Christmas poems written by international poets.
My son, I love very much, so strict with me,
No name or photo of my little gem, there be,
My granddaughter, two years, January first,
My pride, my love, heart to burst,
But what I heard made me say hee, hee, hee.
Christmas day we spent with the whole family,
Our bundle of joy dressed so very creatively,
An Elf in red, dressed by her mother,
Dressed in red also was another,
Her little cousin, only a year, looked a honey.
The dogs allowed in enjoying fallen food on the floor,
No begging allowed or out the door,
Her mummy said, Dudley, don’t dare *hit
All happy, laughed at her wit,
And our two-year-old sponge, also laughed galore.
Hearing all and talking well, ready to turn the page,
Giggled and entered the conversation at this stage,
Mummy says Dudley *hits,
We all collapsed into fits
Of laughter, a hilarious outburst at two years of age.
One year ago tonight, I had to watch as your life came to an end.
It was sad to witness your demise and I felt so much pain within.
You died in 2023 on the 9th of December.
You'll be a dog who I'll always remember.
When I saw you die, it was sad to know that you would have no tomorrow.
Each and every person who has lost a dog can understand my sorrow.
Last year, you didn't live long enough to see Christmas arrive.
Rest In Peace, Hazel, I certainly am sorry that you didn't survive.
[Dedicated to Hazel (2018-2023) who died one year ago tonight on December 9, 2023]
the mystery of whether or not
my puppy can chew through an electric cord
was answered this morning
I will give you an emphatic yes
he poked his snout into a Christmas box
and chewed the ends off of all of the lights
I feel validated now
in my insistence on hiding all cords
fearing he could do this
a golden retriever puppy would be perfect for a Christmas photo.
Let’s get one out of the pound and take some selfies.
The husband liked the idea in a way.
Can we keep him? He asked.
No.
Why not?
She said “because I said so.”
Thus, her husband kept the puppy
and got rid of the wife.
They were dynamic, their harmony was fine!
They had pared down to four, from the original nine.
The five who could not sing had pneumonia that day.
We applauded these Corgis in every which way.
They sang Joy to the World and Jingle Bells too.
Adding a bit of jazz, and then Christmas Wee Woo.
They were amazing, and we could not stop clapping.
At the end these Corgis did a bit of back slapping.
Lots would say that Norman was hard to please.
Although you could always please him with cheese.
Every Christmas song,
He thought was wrong.
To stop you singing, he would sing along.
I made a birthday wish one night
while blowing out my candles' light.
I wished my dad would let me get
a dog to keep as my own pet.
I looked for four-leaf clovers too
in hopes my wish would then come true.
On first stars of each night I made
the same wish, and of course I prayed!
The Christmas after I turned eight,
no longer did I have to wait,
for not just one or two, but THREE
cute dogs I saw beneath the tree.
it was a very big surprise.
I hardly could believe my eyes.
All of my wishing brought to me
three dogs named Billy, Jax, and Lee.
12/11/2023
He sleeps, listening intently
for Santa Claus.
Peaceful dreams, his head upon
soft, red paws.
The beige, stone, fireplace is
warm and quite near.
His dreams, only of his loving
family, quite dear!
Beneath the decorated,pine tree,
upon his cozy bed, he dreams.
Thankful, that they rescued him,
how his eyes, with gratitude,gleam!
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Elena Eagle is a poetess here.
She is compassionate and rescues
dogs and cats. I am proud of her
for telling it like it is and most of
all, for being a caring daughter and
source of encouragement and love!
There's a hospice for sick children, in the woods by where I live
and many times I wonder, just what I wouldn't give
to hear those small kids laugh, and play again.
It was just two Christmases ago, I woke up in the cold
to see my dog had died, he was very very old.
But that year, Christmas didn't come at all.
We put his ashes in the woods, 'neath the big old Maple Tree,
told my boy, his dog was chasing rabbits, wild and free,
and deep inside, I knew that it was true.
Last Christmas Eve I saw the funeral hearse, drive to the home
to collect some poor mother's child, and put them the loam.
Then I heard the leaves rustle in the woods.
And, in that quietest of nights, as I lay there in the dark,
I heard the children's laughter, and a low happy bark.
My old dog is in the wood; playing catch.
Ode to Lua, my dog.
Lua was lost, she was gone.
I wanted to be gone with her.
She was my last, my lost child, my full heart.
Confused I was, I had to get up.
No reason to wake up.
Loneliness crosses my mind.
My soul is empty. Questions and answers.
I don't have my dog.
We crossed together so many bridges, that nobody can understand.
We both climbed mountains,
but we went down.
Black and white, skin and bones.
Dark and light, both together, only one.
Eating a big meal at Christmas time we were.
Sleeping on the edge to nowhere, we warmed each other.
Discovering new cities, new beaches, new horizons. Just me and you.
You were flying into another dimension, and I didn't know.
You talked to me, but I didn't want to listen.
You weren't there the next day.
I will regret the rest of my life.
You, my Lua, my everything, my nowhere to be found, my everything to look for.
At a young age Santa puppy learned to say “ho ho ho!”
It helped him get bones in his hat wherever he’d go.
He would bark it out, and chicken or beef would appear.
Great eating that lasted him until the end of the year.
He knew a storm was coming, so he set up his stand.
He did a little begging dance, his tail all fluffy and fanned.
“Look at Santa Puppy!” People would whisper so sweet.
He knew which houses would give out the best treat.
** A Very Memorable Christmas Present **
Someone made an err::
Boxing Day ‘ere’s
Been the day of — not after.
What started as the greatest
Christmas ever, turned
Us from better to worse
As our tempers grew, altered
After our fingers were slid into
Those gift-wrapped firm gloves of leather,
Punching through the room’s air
At each other
With words roused from harsh to meaner,
‘Till our referee pup barked
To end our Round 1, forcing a turnover
Into creating a round of rich laughter.
Re-freshed, happier, remembering our
Proper manners appropriate to honor
Our Savior’s birthday…We resolved
A return trip to the store to trade
That shared present of boxing gloves for
A healthier, sturdy set of parallel bars.
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(c) sally young eslinger 12/25/22
Happy Birthday, King Jesus
Golden Retrievers, puppies and seniors
gather to feast every year, Christmas Eve
Those that have crossed, that have walked Rainbow Bridge,
celebrate memories of life
Christmases spent with their humans on earth
wonderful years before all the tears
held so much joy as they watched all the fun,
felt all the love. let the season unite
Puppies in heaven can still see their homes
Christmas trees glisten with promise of treats
Maybe their stockings are hiding their bones
fluffy tails wag as they did long ago
Sometimes they visit, they can visit in dreams
in slumber, the humans who loved them can see
waking to presents and Christmastime glee
they know that forever their love will remain
Golden Retrievers, puppies and seniors
gather each year for this memory feast
Christmas in heaven is Christmas no less
and one day together, again will they be
Thinking of my dear Hudson as Christmas
Chris the Christmas dog was a large black mutt
His inimitable spirit was planted down deep in his gut.
He was clever and fun, and we watched him with mirth.
Glad he was born on our dear Savior’s birth.
He was patient and kind, and he watched everyone.
Glad for anything good that happened, he was lots of fun.
Is that Chris the Christmas dog? Strangers would ask.
We did not take him in public without his mask.
For they would come running toward us with pens in hand.
Asking Chris to sign autographs, people all over our land.
His unique response to everyone was to give them a lick.
He was beloved by millions; this dog was incredibly slick!
When I'd give an arm and a leg! --
What's more, every Christmas I beg:
I want a dog! Please please pleeeaase!
But mom complains of poop and fleas.
I'd claim responsibility to give a wash
But my dream of a dog goes-- squash
I plead, I persuade, and I pray --
Promise to walk my dog every day!
No matter how much I blatantly bribed
Mom's allergies leave me dog-prived. :(