BONE-US POST: Christmas Sing-A-Long

A Dog's Night Before Christmas
(Original Author Unknown, Modifications by The Top Dog)

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
With full faith that The Santa Paws soon would be there.

My dogs were nestled, all snug in MY bed,
While visions of chewy toys danced in their heads.
And I in my sweat pants and big bulky sweater,
Knew with them by my side life couldn’t be better.

When up on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my cuddling to see what was the matter!
Off to the window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the shutter and threw up the sash.

The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow
Gave a luster of midday to the objects below.
And what to my wondering eyes did appear
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
With a sputter of ashes -- a flurry of soot,
He slid down the chimney with all of his loot.

My Dogs stood there so regal and proud,
Guarding their home with barks oh so loud.
St. Nick showed no fear and called them by name,
He knew in his heart they were gentle and tame.

He brought out his list, checked it once and then twice.
"Well, my beauties, all year you've been very nice.
I have in my bag toys and much more,
Just tell me what you pups really long for."

My dogs talked to each other -- then to my surprise
turned to Santa Paws with big tears in their eyes,
"We have chewies and balls and ropes to be tugged,
We are pampered and coddled and petted and hugged.

But for Christmas, dear Santa, we have but one care,
that all dogs be loved as much as WE are.
We want no dog beaten, whipped or chained,
No dog abandoned, abused or maimed.

We just want all canines, no matter what size,
to see love reflected in a dog parent's eyes."
St. Nick stopped for a moment to gather his wits,
"I have nothing to stop humans from being such twits.

All dogs are so beautiful and are such a treasure,
Living only to be loved and give people pleasure.
But I promise this message I will try to teach
So that one day your wish will be within reach."

St. Nick leaned over and kissed each furry head.
"Now you fabulous fur kids, go off to bed.
Think only good thoughts and dream good dreams
Of running and jumping and playing in streams."

St. Nick turned to me, his face wet with tears.
"Be proud of your babies, they are such dears."
In an instant St. Nick disappeared in a poof,
And I heard him give a deep sigh as he ran on the roof.

He jumped in his sleigh and to his team gave a whistle,
and off he flew like the down on a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim as the drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to All and To All Dogs a Good Life!"