The Corgis' Christmas
by Maggi Payne, Florida

'Twas Christmas Eve, and the corgis were dressed
in red and green collars - their holiday best.
So intent on guarding the cookies and milk;
their lovely coats shone like finest silk.
The lights on the tree made the room all aglow
and sparkled like crystalline new fallen snow.

The corgis had romped and played all afternoon.
Their eyelids were heavy, and soon - very soon -
they nodded their foxy and beautiful heads,
and then settled down in their soft feather beds.

They awoke with a start at the first light of dawn
and saw that the cookies and milk were all gone.
Instead they found frisbees and plush squeaky toys,
wrapped in pink for the girls and blue for the boys.

They ripped off the wrappings, arooing with glee,
and raced out the door, all excited and free.
Round the yard they went running with each Christmas toy
and played and frapped with unbridled joy.

Was it Santa, or one of the fairies of yore,
who had slid down the chimney, eschewing the door?
The tale continues - the fairy steed mystique
still delights and enchants and continues to speak
of the magic of each corgi girl and boy
who brings us so much unfettered joy.


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