T'was the Night Before Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the forum

Not a creature was sleeping, not even a Golden;

The stocking were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that Santa Paws soon would be there;

The kitties were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of catnip danced in their heads;

With Arry in his headphones and I on the sofa,

Had just settled down for a TV marathona;

When out in the dining room there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the davenport to see what was the matter.

I sprung round the corner in a lightening flash,

Skidded across the floor and landed in a splash;

The lamp on the breast of the newly mopped floor,

Gave luster and shine to what was below;

When what to my wandering eyes should I see,

But eight disengrated bulbs looking back at me;

Next to them two Goldens so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment they had their favorite pick;

But then from above we hear a voice deep and jolly,

The voice rings out, It must be Santa Paws, by golly;

The Goldens they scrambled to the front door with glee,

Leaving Ma on the floor like a swatted down bee;

The doorbell it rang and a package heard dropped,

The Goldens they barked and they barked and they barked.

Santa Paws Santa Paws, yes he had finally came,

Then he whistled and shouted and called them by name;

Heal Beethoven, Heal Marley, Heal Benji and Buddy!

On Marmaduke, on Lassie, on Yellar and Snoopy!

Then in a flash with a wag of their tail,

The team went away with more to mail;

The Goldens ran back with stories to tell,

Eyes bright with joy but on deaf ears it fell;

I scolded and pointed to the fallen bulbs,

But the Goldens denied any action at all;

Must have been the fat man Mom with all of his dogs,

For we love all things Christmas, even the logs;

To my puter I headed with a story to tell,

With a log and a click I knew all was well;

To family and friends, and yes, furries on paw,

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas to All!