The Day Before Christmas 'Tis the day before Christmas, and all through the house, The puppies are squeaking an old rubber mouse. The wreath which had merrily hung on the door, Is scattered in pieces all over the floor. The stockings that hung in a neat little row, Now boast a hole in each one of the toes. The tree was subjected to bright eyed whims, And now, although splendid, it's missing some limbs. I catch them and hold them, be good I insist. They lick me, then run off to see what they've missed. And now as I watch them, the thought comes to me, That theirs is the spirit that Christmas should be. Should Children and Puppies yet show us the way, And teach us the joy that should come with this day? Could they bring the message that's written above, And tell us that, most of all, Christmas is love! Anonymous Doc Zoe Wynsum http://wynsumgsd.com ============================================================================ POST is Copyrighted 2009. All material remains the property of the original author and of GSD Communication, Inc. NO REPRODUCTIONS or FORWARDS of any kind are permitted without prior permission of the original author AND of the Showgsd-l Management. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ALL PERSONS ARE ON NOTICE THAT THE FORWARDING, REPRODUCTION OR USE IN ANY MANNER OF ANY MATERIAL WHICH APPEARS ON SHOWGSD-L WITHOUT THE EXPRESS PERMISSION OF ALL PARTIES TO THE POST AND THE LIST MANAGEMENT IS EXPRESSLY FORBIDDEN, AND IS A VIOLATION OF LAW. VIOLATORS OF THIS PROHIBITION WILL BE PROSECUTED. For assistance, please contact the List Management at admin@xxxxxxxxxxxx VISIT OUR WEBSITE - http://showgsd.org NATIONAL BLOG - http://gsdnational.blogspot.com/ ============================================================================