St Bernard Night Before Christmas

"Twas the night before Christmas and perched on his bed
Was Norman the retriever awaiting Santa and sled

His leash was hung, by his kennel with care,
In hopes that St. Bernard soon would be there

This year had been hard and wasn’t much fun
Especially since his mate Donut had gone

But his life was looking better now and things were on the up
Now he’s had some a new playmate Luna the pup

Luna was a livewire that kept him on his toes
Jumping at his tail and biting his nose

But Norman soon settled his dreams were aflutter
Like when Lucas coated the railing with peanut buter

When outside on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
His ears perked right up to hear what was the matter.

Away to the railing he jumped up with glee,
And barked at the shadows that were cast by a tree.

The glow from the moon changed night into day,
And started him thinking,"woof woof time to play!"

When, what with his puppy-dog eyes did he see,
But a splendid dog sled, led by doggies like he.

With a regal furred driver commanding, not stern.
He yelped to the others,"That must be St. Bern!"

More rapid than greyhounds our saviours they came,
And they barked and howled, and called them by name:

As puppies at play chase after a stick,
and race to their masters So lively and quick,

So out in the field his canines all flew,
Catching the frisbees, that St. Bernard Threw

His eyes how they twinkled! His ears flopped, how merry!
His coat shone like crystal, his nose like a cherry!

The stump of a bone was held tight in his teeth,
And his collar encircled his neck like a wreath.

He had a large face and a furry, round belly
That bounced when he barked, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was fluffy and plump, a big cuddly, old pooch
And Norman laughed when he saw him and gave him a smooch.

I heard him exclaim as he chewed on a bone;
"Happy Dog-mas to all and to all a good home!"