The Night Before A Puggy Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas
and snuggled in bed,
a cute little mongrel
rested his head

His smooth coat was fawn,

his wrinkled face was flat,

he snorted and wheezed,

the pug was so fat

Lost in his dreams

he turned on his pillow,

stretched out his paws

and kicked the big fellow

The daddy beside him

had promised him that,

presents were coming

from a man in a hat

This fat Santa man was

completely beloved,

but his milk and cookies

were eaten by a pug

Was this a big deal?

Would Santa be mad?

If he didn't get toys

the pug would be sad

Reflecting back

on two thousand seven,

he'd been a good dog,

like an angel from heaven

When all of a sudden there arose such a noise

he was quite hopeful it was Santa with toys

Then what to his big bulging eyes should appear

but a bearded fat man and eight dogs that looked weird

Santa dropped off the presents

and gave him a pat,

then looked to his dogs

and straightened his hat

"When it comes to being cute

you're a hard pug to beat,

but next year please

stay away from MY treats"

Then he yelled to the pug

as he flew out of sight

"Merry Christmas to pugs

and to all pugs a good night!"

Snarf everydog later and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth