Thursday, 24 December 2015

Twas The Night Before Christmas - Bet

Twas the night before Christmas, and Santa was near
but I couldn't hear him, cause Twig drooled in my ear


The pups were all nestled in their warm, soft straw beds



while visions of Grandmom's pancakes danced in my head


Twig freshly bathed


Our bags were all packed (with all of my best ensembles)

Visiting Grandmom for the holiday while Fran helped hold down the fort.



So this poem doesn't really rhyme, except we want to say...

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Merry Christmas... or somethings (and stuffs)

- Bet

4 comments:

Jack & Moo said...

Merry Christmas to you Twig all the curly tails & the mushers & peoples in your lives!

Love,
Jack & Moo

Williesmom said...

Merry Christmas to all you guys too.
Love,
Ruby the Red

Lois Fraser said...

Merry Christmas to Bet my favorite blogger and all the Pretty Tails, musher and handlers. You always brighten my day with your posts.

thecrazysheeplady said...

Merry Christmas!