
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a silouette was moving,
Not even the mouse.
Shadow had been eyeing packages
Under the tree,
Crafty color-wrapped presents
In shades of red and green.
He could smell the bacon, chicken and beef
Flavored treats.
"Oh boy, I'm ready to snack on those goodies
Bundled beneath the overgrown tree."
With a lick of his lips,
Shadow thought he heard something,
Swiftly shutting his eyes,
In case it was Santa coming.
Shadow heard the sound of large
Harley Motorcycle boots shuffling across floor,
With one eye half open,
He crept around the door.
"Is it Santa?"
Shadow thought to himself,
Hoping mom's milk and cookies
Were still there on the shelf.
"Oh drat, no it's not,"
Shadow could tell this big jolly giant wasn't dressed all in red,
No white bearded whiskers,
Just my big denim Dad.
And after another set of gifts were fixed
Beneath the tree,
Dad scooped me up in his arms,
To share the last vanilla frosted cookie.
Happy Holidays (peace on Earth) and
Merry Christmas to All.
Good will to all of my peeps.