Twas the night before Christmas, at Helga’s Pet Resort, and a Merry Christmas was happening on the last report. The stockings were hung on the railing with care, in hopes that Santa would soon be there. The dogs and the cats were all snug in their beds, while dreams of liver treats or fish danced in their heads. And Norene with her plans and Wilf with his torch, Had just sat down for a drink on the porch. When down in the kennels there arose such a ruckus, that Wilf sprang from his chair to see what the fuss was. Away to the kennels he ran in a hurry; to settle the dogs and stop Norene’s worry. The moon on the roof of the new kennel structure, gave the objects below an eerie lustre. When what should appear to our noisy guest roomers, but a miniature sleigh and eight white boomers. The dogs, they knew, that Santa had come And readied themselves for some Christmas fun. Santa spoke not a word, but went straight to work, And quietened the dogs with a piece of beef jerk. The duck saw him come to the cattery that night, She tried to bite Santa and gave him a fright. But he laughed and called out as he drove out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 10:36:48 +0000