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