EMPTY EVE

T’was the night before Christmas
And your stocking was missing
And your sweet furry head
Was not there for my kissing
The tree was all lit
And we three sat around
But no playful activity
Of yours was abound
We silently ate what we wished
You would beg for
And the crumbs that we dropped
Just remained on the floor…
No fancy dog cookies
No toy to rip up
Were placed under the tree
For our curious old pup
If Santa could bring us just one
Special treat…
We’d want YOU, Mikey, content…
And curled up at our feet!