Then wake up slow this Christmas mornin get love then go outside then eat my breakfast then what to my wonderin eyes should appear but... woe, what this? My stockin full and in the chair! Guess Saint Nicholas was surely there! (now see... that rhyme, just sayin).
The Mom help me empty stockin while I sniff the bounty!
Got three effy-lents, small medium and large!
And what hell??? Bow Tie??? What Santa Paws thinkin??! Thought he know good boy don't want clothe for Christmas!
Tasty bite of jerky breakfast chaser make forget got bow tie what look sissy.