'Twas the night before Christmas at Misha's place,
She readied for work with a frown on her face.
For she had to be a nurse on this Christmas Eve,
and go help those pregnant ladies,
PUSH and then Breast-feed.
Mr. Misha is in Sacto with his Polish Familia,
celebrating the tradition known as Wigilia.
The pooches' stockings were hung by the TV with care,
In hopes that Santa Paws soon would be there;
She readied for work with a frown on her face.
For she had to be a nurse on this Christmas Eve,
and go help those pregnant ladies,
PUSH and then Breast-feed.
Mr. Misha is in Sacto with his Polish Familia,
celebrating the tradition known as Wigilia.
The pooches' stockings were hung by the TV with care,
In hopes that Santa Paws soon would be there;
Our furry children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Snausages danced in their heads;
While visions of Snausages danced in their heads;
Finally ready for work, Misha grabbed her jacket,
She knocked over a lamp and made quite a racket.
But some heard her say as she raced into the night,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
She knocked over a lamp and made quite a racket.
But some heard her say as she raced into the night,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Merry Christmas
from
Misha, Paul,
Mimi the Cocker Spaniel and Harley the Pug!
(My apologies to Clement Clarke Moore.)
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