Scott & Sandi
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS...
And all through our fort,
Not a Bulldog was stirring not even a snort.
All the stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there.
With the Bulldogs all snoring and snug in ‘our’ bed,
With visions of butt scratching danced through their heads.
While Sandi in the kitchen making dog treats again,
The kids & I wishing she’d cook for us as she does for them.
When out in the den there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the den I flew like a flash,
I tripped on Bentley and dumped over the trash.
The moon through the windows lit the room with a glow,
Showing every little slobber stain on the carpet below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a slimmer bulldog and eight tiny puppies, my dear.
With a loud shriek I called, Sandi come quick,
She knew in a moment what to expect.
More rapid than eagles Sandi came,
She whistled, and shouted and called the dogs by name:
Come COOKIE! come DUNCAN! come ROXY and ALLEY!
Come GIM’ME! come DEE DEE! come SMARTIE and KELLY!
To the side of the whelping box! Sandi had said!
"Now hip hooray! Hip hooray! Bentley’s a dad!"
As the bulldogs ran in, they instantly knew,
When they met the new mom, what they must do.
So back out of the den they all flew,
Stopping at the tv seeing a preview of Mr. Magoo.
And then, in a moment, I heard in the box,
The moaning and groaning from mom as I watched.
As I reached out my hand, there was a strange sound,
And Out came another pup with quite a bound.
It was dressed all in white, from its head to its foot,
All but one brown spot I saw on its left foot.
A bundle of joy, I yelled with a laugh,
It looks like we have more to add to our pack!
Their eyes—how they twinkled! Their wrinkles how merry!
Their paws were like roses, their nose like a cherry!
Their droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the slobber on their chin was beginning to flow.
The stump of one’s tail was held gently in moms teeth,
And a halo encircled her head like a wreath.
One had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when it rolled like a bowl full of jelly.
Another was chubby and plump, that she whelped,
And I laughed when I saw it, in spite of myself.
A wink of moms eye and twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know we had nothing to dread.
She let out a snort, and went straight to her work,
Licking and cleaning; then turned with a jerk.
And laying her head aside of the pups,
After giving them all one last good night tuck.
Later I awakened from what I thought was her snoring,
To realize it was only a dream and not even morning.
Maybe in a few years, we’ll be blessed with such a sight,
But for now, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
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