(sing along to the tune of Silver Bells)

Snowy sidewalks, quiet sidewalks
Dressed in holiday style
In the air there's a feeling of tension

Children sleeping, dogs are dreaming
Hearing bark after bark
And on our street corner you hear:

Tinkle bells
Tinkle bells
Its 3 o'clock in the morning
Ring-a-ling, hear Mem ring
Soon it will be a new day

Strings of nightlights, even porch lights
Blink on bright white and gleam
As the neighbors shout out their displeasure

Hear the phone ring, see the snow fling
Emrys has caused a big scene
And above all this ruckus you hear:

Tinkle Bells
Tinkle Bells
Its potty time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear Mem ring
Soon it will be a new day

the night before Christmas,
and the house was a mess
Not a Boston was stirring, not even Emrys.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes they were high enough to be safe there.

The puppies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of liver treats danced in their heads.
And Mama in her sweatpants and me in my shorts,
Had just settled down to give holiday damage reports.

When out in the Den there arose such a clatter,
I yelled from the couch "What the heck is the matter!"
And away in the kitchen I heard such a crash,
I knew that the beasts were into the trash.

When what to my bloodshot eyes should appear,
But two Boston Terriers dressed like reindeer.
They jumped in my lap, all wild and deranged,
I knew in an instant my plans had just changed.

More rapid than eagles these Bostons they came,
As I shouted at Bergamot and Emrys by name.
And so up to the couch top the Bostons soon flew,
With a bag full of treats and a whole cookie too.

Down the armrest they came with a leap and a bound,
Playfully taunting me as they ran round and round.
They made not a sound but went straight to their work,
And shredded the stockings, then turned with a smirk.

I sprang to my feet and gave quite a whistle,
But away they both flew as fast as a missile.
Each grabbed a toy and shook it to and fro,
Then giving a snort, under the bed they did go.

I thought to myself as they dashed out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

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