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The stockings were hug on the stairs with care, in hopes that Santa soon would be there.
Carl, Linus and Lizzy were all snug in their beds, with visions of who knows what in their heads.
With me not in a kerchief, and Henry not in a cap, we just settled in for a long winters nap.
When out on the lawn there came such a clatter, Lizzy sprang to her feet to see what was a matter.
I ran to the window in a quick flash, we don't have any shutters nor do we have a sash.
The moon was high, and I am hoping there is no snow, giving the ground a look of midday below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear (here is where my rhyming might cease to exist)
But a miniature sleigh and eight puggie angels.
The driver was a cuddly old chap, he was lively and quick, that I knew in a minute it must be St Nick.
But the angels are what really got me as they came, especially when he whispered and called them by name.
Sweet Lily, sweet Lulu, Grammpy and Noah, Sheba and Abby, Angus and Henry
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, now slip away, slip away all
As dry leaves before a wild wind fly, when they meet with an obstacle mount the sky,
So up to the house top the puggies they flew, with a sleigh full of goodies, and Santa too,
Then in an instant I heard on the roof, the paws of each one of those little puggie poos.
As I stopped to think and turn around, down my non existent chimney Santa came with abound.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
As when he turned he looked like Brent, with that wink of his eye, and the tilt of his head
Soon told me that I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went right to his work
Filled Linus and Lizzy's stocking with bones glore, turning and finally leaving with a jerk.
He laid his finger to his nose, and back up that non existent chimney he rose.
He slipped into that sleigh and gave those puggies a whistle, and away the all drifted like the down of a thistle.
And as they went off toward heaven, I heard him exclaim,before leaving my sight.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
This is just a little tribute to our special little angels who have left us. Even though I could only name eight, they were all in my thoughts when writing this. I hope you all enjoy, and I wish you all much Peace and Happiness this holiday season. Much love, Diane, Linus and Lizzy