Doggy Merry Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house

The puppies were squeaking an old rubber mouse.
The stockings that hung in a nice straight row,

Were now crooked with holes chewed through each little toe.
The wreath that had merrily hung on the door

Was scattered in pieces all over the floor.
The tree was subjected to bright-eyed whims,

And now, though still 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 their's is the spirit that Christmas should be.
Can children and puppies yet show us the way,

And teach us the joy that should come with this day?
Could they bring us a message that's written above

And tell us that, most of all,

Christmas is LOVE?