Sunday, December 14, 2008

Santa Paws is coming to town!

Twas the True Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a spouse;

The stocking was wet in the washer without pair,

In hopes that St. Chipolas soon would be there;

Jake and Katy were nestled all snug in their bed,

After work they passed out, close to flat dead.

And Katy in her camisol, and I in my G’s,

Had just settled down for a few sweet zzz’s,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what’s the matter.

Away to the window I crawled like a slug,

To check for prank kids, or maybe a thug.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

A pack of small dogs, all licking their rear.

With bone in paw, licking his lip,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Chip.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he barked, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dakota! now, Bear! now, Reeses and Einstein!

On, Jax! on Champ! on, Eddie and Lexi!

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of Bones, and St. Chipolas too.

As I facebooked and blogged with no one around,

Through the dog door St. Chipolas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his paw,

The cutest little Santa you ever saw;

A bundle of chew toys he had flung on his back,

Drooling and sniffing, looking for a snack


His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a blackberry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up with a glow,

As he saw the cookies, he knew right where to go;

A wink of his eye and he flew like the wind,

On the couch, on the table, my mind it did spin;

He barked not a sound, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

He wanted to leave a mark that he’d been

But to leave that on the tree would be a sin.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a big “Woof”!,

And away they all flew right off of the roof.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."