24/12/2024
'Twas the night before Christmas, in the pound, so still,
Not a creature was stirring in the crisp winter chill.
Paw-kings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that dear Santa Claws soon would be there.
The puppies, all nestled in beds snug and tight,
Dreamed of Milkbones and belly rubs, pure delight!
Asleep without counting a single sheep,
In their cozy, warm beds, they slumbered deep.
Then, out in the street, there arose such a din,
"The alley cats!" cried the rats with a mischievous grin.
The pups sprang to the window, their eyes wide and keen,
For a sight unlike any they'd ever seen.
Eight tiny dogs frolicked, leaving prints in the snow,
Rumors of a grand puppy show began to grow.
Whispers of bacon, a buffet so divine,
Tails wagged excitedly, "Oh what a sign!"
"Now Boston! Now Pug! Beagle, Cav, gather near!
On Corgi! On Shiba! Akita, Terrier, come here!
Leave that squirrel! Drop the hat! Don't stray,
There's much to prepare for our festive sleigh play!"
Santa Claws pranced through the kennel with glee,
Leaving treats, toys, and joy for each pup to see.
Kongs stuffed with peanut butter, squeaky toys so bright,
A feast for the senses on this magical night.
With a wink and a purr, to his sleigh he returned,
While puppies barked joyfully, their hearts truly warmed.
And as Santa Claws soared off into the night,
He howled, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good light!"
