The Day Before Christmas
'Tis 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
theirs 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!
Author
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