Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
The puppies were squeaking an old rubber mouse

The wreath, which had hung merrily 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 their toes

The tree was subjected to bright eyed whims
And now although still splendid is missing some limbs

I catch them and hold them, "Be Good", I insist
With a lick they run off to see what they have missed

And now as I watch them a thought comes to me
That theirs is the spirit that Christmas should be

Should children and puppies again show us the way
And teach us the joys that should be Christmas day

INGENUE Star Quest  -  "Holly" Sopher