DEANGELOS BOXERS
DEANGELOS BOXERS
Christams Poem
Twas the night before Christmas – Boxer Style
I have been reading a lot of different stories of Christmas pasts and some of the naughty things Boxers have done. I thought it would be fun to take a spin on this classic tale using the examples I have seen.
' Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except a wild-eyed Boxer named Mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Not knowing the fawn and furry Boxer would soon be there;
The Lab and kitty cat were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of secret treasures danced in the Boxers’ head;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had no idea the Boxer was getting ready to pull all of this crap,
When downstairs I heard such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Down the stairs I flew like a flash,
But the Boxer had already tore open the presents and was having a bash.
He lay their proud of himself as he chewed the fake snow
I looked back down at the damage below,
When, what to my tired eyes should appear,
But the Boxer had decided to get up and eat our plastic reindeer,
With a hint of innocence, he was so lively and quick,
I thought it was a dream and gave myself a prick.
More rapid than a bear, his terror had already came,
And I shouted and called him a few choice names;
"Now, Mouse! I asked him to listen, but off he went!
Around the house I chased him until I was totally bent!
To the top of the stairs! Around the wall!
He dashed away! dashed away like he was laughing at us all!
His eyes full of joy-- how they twinkled! how merry!
His cheeks puffed out from the mouth full of paper, me so mad I turned red like a cherry!
The drool from his mouth dropped down in a steady flow,
And his chin white with toy stuffing looked like snow;
The ornament he held tight in his teeth,
Was just a preview of the damage as he tore down the wreath;
Glancing up into the kitchen I seen the eaten Santa doll with the little round belly,
He even ate our Christmas grape jelly.
It was just so much to take in, a right jolly night itself,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let me to know I had a lot more to dread;
He barked not a sound, but went straight to his work,
Ripped down all the stockings; with one jerk,
And laying his paw aside his nose,
And giving a nod, up the Tree he rose;
He tore down the tree, making a sound almost like a whistle,
And down it came, breaking our crystal.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he ran out of sight,
"WOO, WOO, WOO AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT!"
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' Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except a wild-eyed Boxer named Mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Not knowing the fawn and furry Boxer would soon be there;
The Lab and kitty cat were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of secret treasures danced in the Boxers’ head;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had no idea the Boxer was getting ready to pull all of this crap,
When downstairs I heard such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Down the stairs I flew like a flash,
But the Boxer had already tore open the presents and was having a bash.
He lay their proud of himself as he chewed the fake snow
I looked back down at the damage below,
When, what to my tired eyes should appear,
But the Boxer had decided to get up and eat our plastic reindeer,
With a hint of innocence, he was so lively and quick,
I thought it was a dream and gave myself a prick.
More rapid than a bear, his terror had already came,
And I shouted and called him a few choice names;
"Now, Mouse! I asked him to listen, but off he went!
Around the house I chased him until I was totally bent!
To the top of the stairs! Around the wall!
He dashed away! dashed away like he was laughing at us all!
His eyes full of joy-- how they twinkled! how merry!
His cheeks puffed out from the mouth full of paper, me so mad I turned red like a cherry!
The drool from his mouth dropped down in a steady flow,
And his chin white with toy stuffing looked like snow;
The ornament he held tight in his teeth,
Was just a preview of the damage as he tore down the wreath;
Glancing up into the kitchen I seen the eaten Santa doll with the little round belly,
He even ate our Christmas grape jelly.
It was just so much to take in, a right jolly night itself,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let me to know I had a lot more to dread;
He barked not a sound, but went straight to his work,
Ripped down all the stockings; with one jerk,
And laying his paw aside his nose,
And giving a nod, up the Tree he rose;
He tore down the tree, making a sound almost like a whistle,
And down it came, breaking our crystal.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he ran out of sight,
"WOO, WOO, WOO AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT!"
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