T'was the morning after Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, except the dog who wanted to go out.
Silently I rose and we slipped out the door,
down the stairs we bounded, towards the first floor.
Onto the leash, and onto the porch,
His nose in the air, like Lady Liberty's torch.
Sniffing and grunting like a sow after truffles,
Through the snow he leaps, glides and shuffles.
Down the drive we go, the paper to get,
He did what he does, but he's not done yet.
His job it seems, to cover every scent,
In this crucial mission, he is hell bent.
Back to porch, in the house we go,
Now stay on the rug till we wipe off this snow.
Into the kitchen to make a fresh pot,
he'd lay on the floor, but there's not a clear spot.
The floor still covered, with boxes and bows,
But they'll be gone by tonight, as Momma knows.
It was a very nice day, they all got along,
Just as years past, when they were three strong.
They've grown so fast, it seems they were just boys,
Hoping and praying for small plastic toys,
Now they're young men, almost full grown,
I'm afraid if I blink they'll have families of there own.
Great choices they'll make, of this I am sure,
But for the hole in my heart, I am afraid, no cure...
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