Well, I hope that ( out of the four people who actually read my blog or comment) you enjoy this holiday mix of the original ' Twas the Night Before Christmas '. Mom and I made it up, and ( Please don't mind me saying), it doesn't rhyme at all. ( Untrue story, Daisy's spayed )
Twas the Night Before Saturday,
When all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a dog,
The stockings were hung in the drawer with care,
In hopes that I soon would wear them,
I was nestled all snug in my bed,
While visions of candy danced in my head,
And mom in her nightgown, and dad in his PJ's,
Had just settled their brains for a short winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter,
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and drew up the pane,
The moon on the breast of the new fallen leaves,
Gave a luster of midnight to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature box and eight tiny puppies,
With a little old mother so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Daisy,
More rapid than eagles her puppies they came,
And she barked, and shouted and called them by name,
Now Lucky, now Gussie, now Lassie and Laddie,
On Cupid, on Muffy, on Bella and Caddie!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a bigger dog mounting to the sky,
So up to the housetop Daisy she came,
With a box full of puppies playing their game,
And then in a twinkling,
I heard on the wall the prancing and dancing of each little paw,
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
In the house Daisy came with a BOUND!
She was dressed all in fur from her head to her foot,
And her face was all tarnished with ashes and soot ( who knows why? ),
A bundle of dogs she had flung on her back,
And she looked like a peddler just opening her pack,
Her eyes-how they twinkled!
Her whiskers how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses,
Her nose like a black berry!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the fur on her chin was as white as the snow,
The stump of a bone she held tight in her teeth,
And the fur it encircled her head like a wreath,
She had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when she barked like a bowl full of jelly,
She was skinny and plump,
A right jolly old dog,
And I laughed when I saw her in spite of myself,
A twitch of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know,
I had nothing to dread,
She barked not a word, but went straight to her work,
And milked all the puppies then turned with a jerk,
And laying a paw aside of her nose,
And giving a nod,
Up the on the sofa she rose!
She sprang to her box and to her puppies gave a bark,
And away they all ran like the down of a thistle,
But I heard her exclaim as she ran in my room,
Merry Friday to all, and to all a good night!
( applaud loudly )
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