'Twas the night before Pawmas, when all through the den,
Not a leash was jingling, not even a pen.
The stockings were stuffed with kibble and toys,
Awaiting Santa Paws and his furry convoy.
The puppies were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of chew toys danced in their heads.
The cats curled in boxes—though beds were in sight,
Because, let’s be honest, that’s their birthright.
With a sudden crash, the tree gave a quiver,
Down came the star in a most festive shiver!
Fido barked loudly, "Who dares touch the tree?"
And Whiskers purred slyly, "Oh, surely not me!"
From out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
The pets sprang to see what could possibly matter.
Away to the window, they flew in a flash,
Knocking over Dad's milk, cookies, and stash.
The moon lit the yard, and to their surprise,
A sleigh pulled by squirrels came into their eyes.
And there in the snow, dressed all in fur,
Was a jolly old pup with a happy, soft purr.
Santa Paws chuckled, his tail gave a wag,
He carried a sack with a bright Alpha Paw tag.
"To all furry friends," he said with a cheer,
"Cozy beds, tasty treats, and joy for the year!"
With a sack full of goodies, all labeled by name,
He barked and he yipped as he called them in fame:
“For Biscuit! For Whiskers! For Fluffy and Max!
To Pickles! To Peanut! To Mittens and Miss Sass!"
He leapt in his sleigh, as he soared out of sight—
“Merry Pawmas to all, and to all a good night!”