Twas the
night before Christmas and all across the yard,
Not a
creature was stirring, a German Shepherd was on guard,
Everyone was
in bed, secure in their sleep,
All dreams
were about Christmas, no worries too deep,
Presents
were wrapped and scattered around the tree,
The presents
were for the children, Emma, and me,
I had just
walked the dogs several blocks or more,
They were
calmer now so I hung their leashes by the door,
I was
sitting at my computer for I had poems to write,
When I heard
a few growls, a snap, and a bite,
Two German shepherds
had been my only alarm,
Now someone
had entered, perhaps with an intent to harm,
I grabbed my
Glock and raced to the tree,
Wondering what
kind of scene awaited me,
A red suited
man stood with his back to the wall,
He made no
moves while the shepherds waited my call,
The back of
his pants was torn by a bite,
They’d be a
bit drafty the rest of the night,
“Your dogs
are vicious, they bit and I’ll sue,”
He sputtered
obscenities until his face was blue,
His eyes widened
suddenly as he saw the gun,
And I
realized right then I could have some fun,
“It seems to
me you’ve invaded my space,
And I’ve a right
to protect my family and place,
Since you come
and go as if it doesn’t matter,
This time
you’re wrong for I’m a mad hatter,”
His eyes
were still wide as he studied my face,
“Perhaps my
remarks were a bit out of place,”
“I’ve still
got places to go and people to see,
Would you
call off the dogs and let me be,
I’m a little
tense from traveling all night,
I apologize
for my temper, and I’ll make things right,”
With one
hand signal the dogs were released from patrol,
They romped
around Santa although under control,
He gave each
dog some chews and a bag full of toys,
Then he
skipped around the tree without any noise,
Stockings
were filled with all kinds of games,
Carefully marked
with everyone’s names,
Then up the
chimney he rose in a hurry,
For outside
the weather had changed to snow flurries,
I praised
the dogs lavishly for guarding the house well,
No intruders
could enter without encountering hell,
I slipped
back to bed without writing a bit,
I didn’t
tell Emma because she wouldn’t believe it,
“Now Brutus,
now Killer, now Ty and Wolf,
Each one of
you to your posts and guard the roof,
Santa might
come back and give it another try,
Watch out
for invaders that either walk or fly,
And then I lay
down with Emma at my side,
I was still
thinking of my dogs with pride,
When Emma
said, “Merry Christmas and now goodnight,
Did you put
the lid down and turn out the light?”
You’d think
I’d remember each routine task,
Just once
without her having to ask,
The dogs are
restless and there’s no need to talk,
I know it’s
late but the dogs have to walk.
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