The Night Before Dog-mas (poem)

[Cheetah]

(long, but cute poem - make sure you have some time before you settle down and read this)

The Night Before Dog-mas

'Twas the night before Dog-mas,
when all through the pound
not a puppy was yelping,
or playing around;
Our leashes were hung
by our kennels with care,
in hopes that St. Bernard
would soon find us there;
Chihauhas were curled up
all snug in their beds,
while visions of doggie treats
danced in their heads;
Max in his collar,
on someone's lap,
had tucked in his tail
for a midwinter's nap,
When outside the room
there arose such a clatter,
my ears perked right up
to hear what was was the matter.
Away to the window
I jumped up with glee,
and barked at the shadows
that were cast by a tree.
The glow from the moon
changed night into day,
and started me thinking,
"Woof, woof! Time to play!"
When, what with my puppy-dog
eyes did I see,
But a splendid dog-sled,
led by doggies like me,
With a regal furred driver
commanding, not stern.
I yelped to the others,
"That must be St. Bern!"
More rapid than greyhounds
our saviors they came,
and we barked and we howled,
and called them by name:
"There's Duchess!
There's King!
fat Chance,
and bare Buffy!
On Fido! On Scooter!
On, Rover and Scruffy!
Go by the red hydrant
and run past those trees!
Nothing can stop you,
not even some flees!"
As puppies at play
chase after a stick
and race to their masters
so lively and quick,
So out in the field
his canines all flew,
catching the frisbees,
that St. Bernard threw.
And then in an instant,
I heard at the door
the scratching and clawing
of each little paw.
As I pulled in my nose,
and was turning around,
Through the door St. Bernard
came in with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur,
from his head to his tail,
his wood cask adorned
with an icing of hail;
A bag of chew-toys he had
brought in with him,
and his mouth was turned up in
what looked like a grin.
His eyes - how they twinkled!
his ears flopped, how merry!
His coat shone like crystal,
his nose like a cherry!
His big sloppy mouth
was drawn up like a bow,
and the fur on his chin
was as white as the snow;
The stump of a bone
he held right in his teeth,
and his collar encircled
his neck like a wreath;
He had a large face
and a furry, round belly
that shook when he barked,
like a bowl full of jelly.
He was fluffy and plump,
a big, cuddly old pooch
and I laughed when I saw him
and gave him a smooch.
A wink of his eye and
a wag of his tail;
we knew right away
we'd have homes
without fail.
He howled not a howl, but
went straight to his deed,
and took down our leashes
that soon we would need.
He opened the door,
and families stood there,
with children, all smiling,
and much love to spare.
He leapt to his sled,
to his team gave a call,
and away they all flew
as if chasing a ball.
But I heard him exclaim
as he chewed on a bone:
"Happy Dog-mas to all,
and to all a good home!"


Cute poem huh? There is no way I wrote this, it was written by Arlene Greco. One of my friends gave me this poem (its written in a cute itty bitty book) a few years ago. Hope everyone liked it, just wanted to spread some holiday cheer! :)

[yellowlabsrule]

That was Woofderful! I love it! Funny to :lol:

[Ickle]

Just right for christmas a real cute poem. :lol: :lol:
liked it a lot.

[Rowie-the-Pooh]

How cuuute! :angel: Oh my gosh...that was too cute! :D

K will LOVE this! :D

If only it where true, then puupies would really get nice homes and families and live happily ever after! :D

[Guest Anonymous]

How cute!

[mouseatthebusstop]

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D