A Christmas Poem

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by gsdshow on 21 December 2010 - 17:12

A little poem:

Tonight's my first Christmas, It's Christmas Eve. My mommy & daddy are all asleep, while I'm guarding our stockin's and tree.

Whats that? Footsteps on the roof, What could it be? A thief with a beard tryin to steel our tree.

I bark, I growl, I bite his butt, I scare his strange horses off our rooftop. Now won't they be glad when they wake and see how I've guarded my very first Christmas Tree!!!

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas & Happy New Year's!!!

Kathy, Scott, Deja & Bero.
Utah, USA

by gsdshow on 21 December 2010 - 17:12

Dog's Night Before Christmas:

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
My dogs were nestled, all snug in my bed,
while visions of chewie toys danced in their heads.

I in my sweat pants and Dad in his sweater,
had just settled down to read the new Schutzhund USA mag.
When up on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my couch to see what was the matter!

Off to the window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the shutter and threw up the sash.
The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow
gave a luster of midday to the objects below.

And what to my wondering eyes did appear
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

With a sputter of ashes, a flurry of soot,
he slid down the chimney with all of his loot.
My dogs stood there so regal and proud,
guarding their home with barks and growls.
St. Nick showed no fear and called them by name,
he knew in his heart they were gentle and tame.

He brought out his list, checking it twice.
"Well, by beauties, all year you've been very nice.
I have in my bag toys and much more,
Just tell me what you pups really long for."

My dogs talked to each other, much to my surprise
and turned to Santa with tears in their eyes,
"we have chewies and balls and ropes to be tugged,
We are pampered and coddled and petted and hugged.
But for Christmas, dear Santa, we have but on care,
that all dogs be loved as much as we are.
We want no dog beaten, whipped or chained,
No dog abandoned, abused or maimed.
We want all dogs, no matter what size,
to see love reflected in their master's eyes."

St. Nick stopped for a moment to gather his wits,
"I have nothing to stop humans from being such twits."
All dogs are so beautiful and are such a treasure,
Living only to be loved and give humans pleasure.
This lesson I will try to teach
Then maybe your wish will be within my reach."

St. Nick leaned over and kissed each beautiful head.
"Now you gentle giants, go off to bed.
Think good thoughts and dream good dreams
of running and jumping and playing in streams."

St. Nick turned to me, his face wet with tears.
"Be proud of your babies, they are such dears."

In an instant St. Nick disappeared in a poof,
and I heard him chuckle as he ran on the roof.
He jumped in his sleigh and to his team gave a whistle,
and off he flew like a down on a thistle.

And I heard him exclaim as they drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to ALL and to ALL DOGS A GOOD LIFE!"

by Krazy Bout K9s on 21 December 2010 - 17:12

Thanks so much, wonderful poems....
Steph

by yellowrose of Texas on 21 December 2010 - 19:12

BEST PRAYER I HAVE HEARD IN A LONG TIME

Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the jerk who cut us off
in traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day
and is rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry
and spend a few precious moments with her children.

Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested
young man who can't make change correctly is a worried 19-year-old
college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his
fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.

Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money
in the same spot every day ("who really ought to get a job") is a slave
to addictions that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.

Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow
through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring
this moment, knowing that based on the biopsy report she got back last
week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together.

Heavenly Father, remind us each day That of all the gifts you
give us Lord, the greatest gift is love. It is not enough to share that
love with those we hold dear. Open our hearts not to just those who are
close to us, but to all humanity.

Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience,
empathy and love.

Working for God on earth doesn't pay much......but His
retirement plan is out of this world.

by gsdshow on 21 December 2010 - 20:12

YR,
That is beautiful! Merry Christmas