Puppies' Christmas














Puppies’ Christmas 
~ Anon
It’s the day before Christmas 
And all through the house 
The puppies are squeaking 
An old rubber mouse. 

The wreath which had merrily 
Hung on the door 
Is scattered in pieces 
All over the floor. 

The stockings that hung 
In a neat little row 
Now boast a hole in 
Each one of the toes. 

The tree was subjected 
To bright-eyed whims, 
And now, although splendid, 
It’s missing some limbs. 

I catch them and hold them. 
“Be good”, I insist. 
They lick me, then run off 
To see what they’ve missed. 

And now as I watch them 
The thought comes to me, 
That their’s is the spirit 
That Christmas should be. 

Should children and puppies 
Yet show us the way, 
And teach us the joy 
That should come with this day? 

Could they bring the message 
That’s written above, 
And tell us that, most of all 
Christmas is love. 

 
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