‘Twas the Night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Pug;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Santa Pug soon would be there;
The Pugs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar cookies danced in their heads;
Then all of the sudden, there arose such a clatter,
The Pugs sprang from there beds to see what was the matter;
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
To open the shutters and jump on the sash;
Just in time to hear old St. Pug as he drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all Pugs, a good night.
Inspired by Clement Clarke Moore
