my adaption of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore
The stockings were hung on the stair rail with care,
In hopes that Santa Paws soon would be there;
The Huskies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of squeaky toys danced in their heads;
With Harley on her blanket, and Gib on my lap,
Wolf, Chloe, and Bandit all settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
the FiveSibes wooed as to what was the matter.
Brothers Wolf and Gibson searched out cause,
When who should appear – why yes, Santa Paws!
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he left rawhides for all five in the pack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And touching his finger to alpha Sibe’s nose,
He gave them all treats and up the skylight he rose;
He sprang to his Husky-driven sleigh and gave a loud "Hike!"
And away they all drove like on a speed racer's bike.
But we heard him exclaim, before he went out of sight,
"Merry Christmas FiveSibes, and to all a good-night!"