|It was the night before Christmas|
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
(or a squirrel!)
|I was in my cushy bed|
|And Francesca in hers|
|When all of a sudden|
I heard such clatter
I rose to see what was the matter
And what to my eyes did appear?
A miniature sleigh with eight tiny reindeer!
|Santa was making his rounds|
To see all the good animals
And in his sleigh was something for us hounds!
|He left us two presents in our home|
One for me and one for Francesca
Christmas morning we'll find out
Whether it's toys, treats or a bone
|So back to bed goes the hound|
Dreaming of Christmas morn
There is such joy in our home
Where love and treats abound
Love, Cinnamon and Francesca