2011

I could start out most of these with 'we were blanking on what to write on', but we were blanking on what to write on and decided to go back to the basic story... from the point of view of the dogs.

T’'was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even that darned mouse.
The stockings were hung by the fireplace with care,
In hopes that Santa Paws soon would be there.

The puppies were sacked out in their dog beds,
While visions of squeaky toys danced in their heads.
And the cat under the covers in the big bed,
Was settled for a most purr-fect night ahead.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Duchess sprang to her feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the glass door she flew like a flash,
Tripped over Tyler and stopped short of a crash.

The full moon shone brightly on the front yard,
To see with the lights, it really was hard.
And then to her pretty blues eyes did appear,
An old man, a sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively, so quick,
She knew in an instant it must be St. Nick.
Her ears they perked up, her tail started wagging,
“Oh goody! He’s here!  Some toys I’ll be snagging.”

She looked at him once and thought “It’s a game.”
Then he turned to his team and called them by name.
On Desi and Lucy. On Sniffy and Fluffy.
On Corky and Winston.  On Angel and Buffy.

Without hesitation, in the wink of an eye,
They started to run and then leapt to the sky.
Duchess was thinking flying huskies would be cool,
As they landed on the roof, just missing the pool.

Then from above, sounds of pat-a-pat, pat,
Tyler opened his eyes to check on the cat.
But Isis was sleeping, in a ball she was curled,
When something dropped in the fireplace, and the ashes all swirled.

Both dogs froze like statues and with just cause,
Since there right before them, stood Santa Paws.
He was short yet impressive, an agreeable sort,
But seeing him, Tyler gave out with a snort.

He started to growl and make lots of noise,
Duchess said “Hold on kid, he brings all the toys.”
Tyler looked at him once, with his eyes on his hat,
“Leave him alone, kid.  Go chase the cat.”

Santa bent down, and from each got a kiss,
And then went about doing that and doing this.
He opened his pack and pulled out each gift,
And set each one down to be snuffled and sniffed.

This one's a bone, and that one's a chew,
Surprise wasn't a thing that these doggies knew.
From around the corner, the cat poked her head,
There's a cat chase a-coming, Duchess did dread.

Isis snuck up on a box and gave it a flip,
By the way that she purred, it must be catnip.
She rolled it around and flipped on her back,
She was so happy, her lips just went smack.

Santa looked pleased and continued his work,
He filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
With a wink and a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He jumped to his sleigh, gave his team a sharp whistle,
And then they flew off, as straight as a missile.
But he flew by once more, and tipped his red hat.
That's when Dad woke up and said "What was that?"

Copyright Ó 2011 by

Brian and Shirley Dean