T’was the night before Dogmas

T'was the night before Dogmas when all through the house,

Not an animal was stirring, not even the mouse.

 

The puppies were snuggled and tucked in their beds,

While visions of dog goodies danced in their heads.

 

Their stockings were hung by the dog bowls with care,

In hope that Father Dogmas soon would be there.

 

Out on the rooftop there arose such a barking,

I knew Father Dogmas was having trouble parking.

 

I jumped on the couch stuck my nose to the curtain,

Here he is, I barked; it is him, I am certain.

 

What to my dark brown eyes should appear,

But Father Dogmas himself in his dogsled gear.

 

He whined and he whimpered but through the doggie door he went,

Then stopped and smelled the air as he picked up a scent.

 

The dog cookies we left him were by the back door,

The puppies had baked them not an hour before.

 

He went about his work with never a sigh,

Filled all the stockings with toys piled high.

 

He waved at me with his mighty paw,

Although I was hiding T'was my long nose he saw.

 

Out the doggie door he went in oh such a rush,

Jumped on his dogsled and yelled out "MUSH".

 

The eight dog team was ready to go,

They hated stand stay especially in the snow.

 

I could hear him howling as he disappeared that night,

Merry Dogmas to all, OK team, turn rrright!

(© Carol Kufner) 

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I would like to thank Carol Kufner for her kind permission to publish her poems on my blog.