Twas three days before Christmas and all through the house
The cat was not stirring, the dogs on the couch
The stockings were hung on the staircase with care
We don’t have a fireplace, or we’d hang them there
The pups settled onto the couch for a snooze
Atop of the pillows the spot they would choose
While I finished packing and cleaning the house
The garbage detail was left to my spouse
When out in the yard Wolfie spied something dark
It made the dogs jump, and they started to bark
I ran to the window to spy on the sight
I bumped into Magnus and gave him a fright
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a teeny red sleigh and a squirrel with a beard
He chattered away as the dogs went berserk
He unloaded his sack and he turned with a jerk
He grinned at the dogs, and as he spun around
A big pile of peanuts was left on the ground
The dogs, looking quizzical, ceased their loud noise
Watching closely the squirrel who continued with poise
He jumped in his sleigh and produced a loud whistle
And away he did go like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim as he flew to the tree
Happy Christmas to Magnus, Bandit, and Wolfie
Happy Holidays to you and yours.
Rebecca
Mad Rabbit Photography 