~Can I eat it or play with it?

Weimar Christmas Dream

It was a cold and winter-white afternoon. Lunch was being made, and we were whisked to a safe place today. I and like others found myself crated out of the way. There was the hustle and bustle as Mom had enlisted some extra muscle.

Boxes and crates were being taken down. Treasures unpacked all around. Cinnamon and spice and everything nice filled my senses and caused me to yearn. Groceries came earlier; I was to learn. There was pumpkin, apples, and mincemeat pies. Turkey was roasting –no great surprise. Our moans were hushed with a treat meant to suffice. The unpacking, baking, and general melee went on into the night.

From our vantage, all good things out of reach. We awaited our moment, an opportunity to streak. Big red balls on the tree were strung. Then came the paper, the ribbons, the candy, but dog treats there were none.

Soon the release and we dash for the tree. We can knock it over and strip it with glee. I’ll take the angel–you get a ribbon. We will run through the house and with the greatest of ease — what a holiday game they have prepared.

Oh, now look–they are making things more fun. What is this a paper fest? Look at the packages, bags, and ribbons. What joy we will have stripping them clean. We will get this place in order soon, but what of the tree. The tree is a bit large to drag–but oh, what a great pee-post it will make. I’m not into clothes you see, however, the tree skirt would make a perfect cape for me.

Just when we thought it could get no better–out came the gingerbread village — Yum and woof woof. Our tummies are rolling; the juices are flowing. We can’t believe it– such a great day is being planned all for our fun.

Woof, did you say we have ham for tomorrow??? We love Christmas!

All photos and this poem (blog) are the sole property of OwyheeStar Weimaraners–it may be reposted with appropriate links/credit. ~Shela Nielsen @ OwyheeStar Weimaraners.