Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the blog
not a creature was stirring, not even the dog.
The Santa she stole from the table of gifts,
she tucked into her bed with a number of sniffs.
Said Santa twas old made many years ago,
made by my Mother and given with a bow.
Silly Bella dog this toy is not for you,
Grandma would not like it if on it you chew.
I’ll take that away now and put it up high,
a new toy for you maybe Santa will buy.
Change that ol’ pouty face you look quite the sight,
and wish our dear readers a wonderful night.
Happy Christmas to all!