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Santa was good to the pups!

The Boston was nestled all snug in his bed…

A "Boston" Night Before Christmas

A Christmas Poem by K. Bass

T’was the night before Christmas…
When all through the house,
not a Boston was stirring,
he just slept on mom’s blouse.

The stocking was hung
by the Boston with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas
had milkbones to share.

The Boston was nestled
all snug in his bed,
while visions of pig ears
danced in his head.

And mamma in her kerchief
and a Boston on my lap,
had just settled down
for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn
there arose such a clatter,
the Boston ran barking
and caused ears to shatter.

Away to the window
the Boston did dash,
he was jumping and barking
his teeth even gnashed.

The moon on the breast
of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of mid-day
to tennis balls below.

When what to our
wondering eyes should appear,
but a little green sleigh
and what appeared to be deer.

With a fat little man
all dressed up in red,
when the Boston spied him
he ran under the bed.

The Boston crazies
had nothing on this guy,

as they flew o’er the house
and landed nearby.

He hollered and shouted
and yelled out their names,
Now Dasher, now Dancer,
now Prancer, and Vixen,
on Comet, on Cupid,
on Donder, and Blitzen!

To the top of the eave
and over the wall,
and he landed quite neatly,
avoiding a ball.

And then in a twinkling
we heard on the roof,
the prancing and pawing,
and the Boston said WOOF!

I drew in my hand,
and wiped my forehead,
the Boston still barking
peeked out from the bed.

Santa had come down
the chimney with a bound,
the Boston got quiet,
he didn’t make a sound.

Santa’s eyes started twinkling
and he grinned ear to ear,
then I heard his gruff voice
as he whispered quite clear

"and what do you want
my sweet little boy,
a greenie, a tennis ball,
a nice squeaky toy?"

He reached down and patted
the Boston on his head,
then turned to the mantle
and nodded his head.

"I know what you want"
he whispered again,
"I’ll set it right here,
my cute little friend."

The Boston was wiggling
his butt in delight,
and as Santa bent over
you could’ve heard a flea bite.

Then suddenly kisses
were rained on his face,
which Santa was quick
to accept and embrace.

Then setting the Boston
back onto the ground,
he turned to me, winked,
and then turned back around.

He patted the Boston
once more on the head,
then back up the chimney
he quickly sped.

Again hearing clatter
and prancing of hoof,
we ran to the window
and looked up at the roof.

As we watched this old elf
and his deer take flight,
we heard him exclaim
just as clear as daylight…


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