Christmas is coming And my stocking is getting fat! Everyone is getting ready for Christmas, including my friends.
A very good friend of mine, a handsome chap called Winston, has rewritten this lovely festive poem, with his very own whippety paws. I hope you like it as much as I did.
Twas the night before Christmas when all thru the house
Not a Whippet was stirring not even the puppies
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that mommy would fill them with cookies
The whippets were nestled all snug in their kennels
While visions of sausages danced in their bony heads.
and mama in her pjs and imaginary dad in his slippers
had just settled their heads for the long winter nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
Winston sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash
He threw up the shutters an threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave a luster of midday to the objects below.
when what to his keen little sighthound eyes should appear
a miniature sleigh and 8 tiny … SQUIRREL??? HUH???
And then in a twinkling he heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little paw.
On Eli on Surfer on Winston on Sprite
lets get in our fleeces and see whats in the light
The squirrels were all eating their well gathered nuts
But low and behold there wern’t any for us
We looked and we looked with our keen houndie eyes
But alas there was nothing for our whippetty cries
Suddenly the squirrels they stood up and they pranced
They looked like they were preparing an exit at a glance
The houndies all wondered what was going to be next
So they ran down stairs to see what had happened.
They looked all around with their keen beedy eyes
and surely enough they found to their surprise
Through out all the house & under the tree
There were sausages and cookies and they were all just for meeeee …
… Said Winston
Well NOOOO oh nooooo that’s not true they weren’t just for me
So Eli and Surfer & Sprite had to agree
we were having the best houndie christmas we could see
We couldn’t believe how happy were we
we heard the squirrels calling as they flew out of sight
happy christmas to all houndies and to all houndies a good night
“Good night Winston, and Merry Christmas x”