Christmas Poem

Here is a poem about Christmas from my point of view. I think I would like to have one of those wreath things if they scatter nicely all over the floor. 🙂 Maybe someone would talk to mom about it for me? I’d share the scattering of the wreath with you!

‘Tis the day before Christmas and all through the house
The puppies are squeaking an old rubber mouse.
The wreath which had merrily hung on the door
Is scattered in pieces all over the floor.

The stockings that hung in a neat little row
Now boast a hole in each one of the toes.
The tree was subjected to bright-eyed whims
And now, although splendid, it’s missing some limbs.

I catch them and hold them, be good I insist
They lick me, then turn off to see what they’ve missed.
And now as I watch them, the thought comes to me
That theirs is the spirit that Christmas should be.

Should children and puppies yet show us the way
And teach us the joy that should come with this day?
Could they bring the message that’s written above
And tell us that, most of all, Christmas is love!

~ Author Unknown ~


2 Responses

  1. Rusty,

    I love your Christmas poem!

  2. Ador-ables!!! 🙂

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