[Jasmine, in younger days]
It's Christmas night, it's Christmas night,
and all the dogs are out of sight,
dreams of cookies in their heads,
tucked into their little beds.
On the morrow, what will come?
Stuffies and bones, they'll all get some.
"Santa, we're Good Dogs all year!"
"Hush, no bark! for he is near."
I hear the jingle on the roof,
and the tiny little hoof.
Whoa! one gift is waking up.
Oh joy! It is a brand new pup.
(just kidding - I wish!)
Not Christmas Eve yet but decided to post something upbeat - we're due for some "upbeat", right? And no, no puppy this Christmas..........maybe come spring?