Puppies for Christmas.

It's the day before Christmas
And all through the house,
The puppies are squeaking
An old rubber mouse.

The wreath which had cheerfully
Hung on the door
Is scattered in pieces
All over the floor.

The stockings so hopeful,
Hanging in rows,
Now boast a hole
In each of their toes.

The tree was subjected
To bright eyed whims,
And now, although splendid,
Is missing some limbs.

I catch them and hold them;
Be good! I insist.
They lick me, they run off
To see what they've missed.

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 be the message
We lost `long the way
That loving and giving
Are for every day.

Author unknown

Submitted by John Chandler

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