Friday, December 4, 2009

'Twas the Night Before Pitmas

twas the night before pitmas with apologies to clement moore

twas the night before pitmas and all thru the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
the stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that st. nicholas soon would be there.

the puppies were cuddled all snug in their beds
while pig ears and bully sticks danced thru their heads.
Nani in her kerchief and Kane in his cap
had just settle down for a long winter nap.

when out in the yard arose such a clatter
they sprang out of bed barking 'what is the matter?'
away to the windows they ran like a flash
turning on the floodlights as part of their dash.

the lights on the crust of the new fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below
when what did they see all amazed and agog
but a miniature sleigh pulled by 9 pitbull dogs.

with a little old driver so lively and quick
they knew in a moment it must be st. nick.
more rapid than greyhounds his coursers they came
and he whistled and hollered and called them by name.

now Brewski, now Briscoe, now Zima, now Chloe
on Junior, on Kiva, on Patches and Mojo
and leading that team thru the cold, dark and fog
Spirit's light shining bright was Earl, a great dog.

to the top of the porch, to the top of the wall
now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
as dry leaves that before a wild hurricane fly
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky

so up to house top the pitties all flew
sleigh full of toys and treats and st. nicholas too.
then in a twinkling they heard on the roof
the clicking and scratching of pittie toenails.

as they drew in their heads and were turning around
down the chimney st. nicholas came with a bound.
he wore a PBRC hoodie and black biker boots
and his clothes were all dirty with dog hair and soot.

a big bag of goodies was flung on his back
with frisbees and balls and the best doggy snacks.
he spoke not a word but went straight to his work
he filled all the stockings and turned with a jerk.

and laying a finger aside of his nose
and giving a nod up the chimney he rose.
he jumped in his sleigh, to the dogs gave a whistle
and away they all flew, like the down on a thistle.

but they heard him shout out ere he drove out of sight
(author unknown, reposted)