"Bark!" the Christmas puppy sings,
Chewing now on Dad's shoestrings.
Running here and running there,
Ripped a hole in Mom's new chair!
Grumpily our hoomins rise,
wipe the sleep out of their eyes...
Pup wants "out" at 3 a.m.,
then at 6 he's up again!
Gosh, we wish that he'd grow up!
Why did they want a Christmas pup?