It's the day before
Christmas
And all through the house
The puppies are squeaking
An old rubber mouse.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
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?
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.
That's written above,
And tell us that, most of all
Christmas is love.