...and all through the house not a creature was stirring 'sept this one little mouse!
Saffron chugged Santa's milk while gramps grabbed the cookies (a job done best by a pro not left for those rookies). The stockings were hung on the stairway with care (nary a fireplace in this house, anywhere). The presents were strewn neatly under the tree, the dogs were so restless for as you see it was that time when they had to go . . . outside. When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter I jumped from my bed to see what was the matter. I threw open the blinds and what did I see? Two little dogs taking a . . . run at the newsboy. From the porch he did scamper and into the night I heard him exclaim as he fled out of sight, "you'll hear from my lawyer about this dog bite". Saffy did chuckle to see such a sight, she giggled and gurgled with all of her might. "It's time to get up and go under the tree, I think Santa has left some good stuff for me". Ribbons did fly and wrappings were torn and laughter rang out on that crisp winter morn. We took a quiet moment to savor the time and said a small prayer that next year I wouldn't try to rhyme.
3 years ago