A Puppy’s Christmas

It’s the day before Christmas and all through the house

The puppies are squeaking an old rubber mouse.

The wreath which had merrily hung on the door

Is scattered in pieces all over the floor

The stockings that hung in a neat little row

Now boast a hole in each one of the toes.

The tree was subjected to bright-eyed whims,

And now, although 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 theirs is the spirit that Christmas should be.

Should children and puppies show us the way,

And teach us the joy that should come with this day?

Could they bring the message that’s written above,

And tell us that, most of all Christmas is love.

~Thank you to Kathy Leake for this great poem~