'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the 'hood,
not a creature was stirring,
it was quiet as wood.
When all of a sudden
as I was counting sheep,
the dogs went ballistic
and kept me from sleep.
"Now Baxter, now Khan,"
I said in a rage,
"if you don't keep it down
you'll be sent to your cage!"
But the barking continued,
then they scratched at the floor,
and I began to wonder
what could make them so sore.
So I gathered my courage,
and spied through the doors,
and you'll never believe
what gave chase on all fours.
Now Rudolph is one thing,
and I believe in the elves,
but if I hadn't seen this
I'd not believe it myself...
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