All the toys were laid out for the tree.
Except one for little ol' me.
Now I think that is a terrible shame,
Who in Heaven's name can I blame.
I sit in my doghouse like a good pup.
I am quiet as a mouse,
So no one has to tell me shut up.
I stand guard over the whole house.
Now I ask you what more can I do?
Don't I deserve some presents too??
Santa, you have been the best friend I've known.
Won't you please give me a bone of my own?
©Carol G Oliver
November 14, 2009
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