The night before Christmas retelling - Happy Holidays All

Dedicated to all you greyt bloggers out there-

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the town
Not a creature was stirring, not even the hounds;
The stockings were hung by the chimney that night,
carefully placed ABOVE greyhound height;
The pups were all nestled on their Orvis round beds,
After a number of beads were removed-
just as Patti had said;
Douglas and I had just turned off the lights,
And had settled ourselves, to sleep for the night ,
When right downstairs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Straight down the stairs I flew like a flash,
Had Hero knocked over the tree, or gotten into the trash?
It was 50 degrees, and not one flake of snow
Weather like this, for Christmas just Blows!
I was surveying the scene, couldn't believe it was true,
When all of a sudden I heard a great ROO
I saw all these greyhounds, so lively and quick,
I thought it must be Jen,
- and could not be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles these coursers they came,
But he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now Riley! now, Reagan! Now Katie, and Tamale!
On Set, and On Dan, On Gypsey and Cali,
On Hoover, On Dana , On Bruno, and Roxie,
On, Ella! On, Wilma, On Belle and On Beau!
On Sugar, On Remi and On Lucy and Omo
On Dana, and Seka, On Stacker and Julie,
On Peanut, On Handy, On Drew and On Allie,
I’ve missed a few hounds, and I truly am sorry,
But don’t you think that it’s time I return to the story?
So there they were, all these greyhounds; wearing Santa Claus hats,
Faux reindeer antlers, jingle collars, you know, stuff like that
I saw a great “greyhound bus” and it really is true
He was there in the flesh- St. Nicholas too.
The hounds were prancing and pawing, with little play bows
yipping and leaping and spinning around
When all of a sudden down the chimney St Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, but now, let’s be fair ,
who of us gets away without wearing a bit of dog hair;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
There were stuffies and greenies and Kongs in his pack.
His nose was cold and wet, and it shined like some “bling”!
And his droll little mouth was drawn up, like a great chicken wing.
The beard of his chin was white, please don’t forget;
It didn’t look, one bit, like a beige shag carpet.
He was chubby and plump, really quite cute,
And Hero greeted him with the ol’ greyhound salute,
Instead of some cookies and milk in a cup,
He got a dose of “Grey Goose” from our sweet greyhound pup.
But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He said not a word but went straight to his work
He filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
But when he laid his finger along side of his nose,
I had to believe Hero let an air biscuit go
Then giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
Just business as usual, for St. Nick, I suppose
He sprang to his sleigh, the hounds got a click and a treat,
And I heard him exclaim, as he drove down the street,
"Happy Christmas to all, It’s getting quite late
Happy Christmas to all- and I hope it is greyt.”