by Susan J Berger
I am visiting friends in Oregon till Tuesday and Bailey, their dog, showed an interest in my book. So I thought I would use him as one of the illustrations for my Christmas poem.
Twas The Night.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Each creature was reading. Yes, even the mouse.
In a nest made of cotton that used to line pills,
he read Mouseman Saves Christmas and shivered with thrills.
Miss Padpaws turned pages of Elf off A Shelf
And purred as she read it aloud to herself.
Bad Dog, on the hearth, was devouring a book.
He'd chewed up five chapters and turned them to gook.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
reading books, with the covers pulled over their heads.
Mamá was engrossed in her latest romance.
I nodded o'er Dickens and fell into trance.
Not one of us heard jingle bells on the roof.
No prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof.
Santa slid down the chimney and only Bad Dog,