We headed to Publix
on Christmas Eve morn.
For Christmas dinner
we would have steak and corn.
We remembered the eggs, milk,
and fresh Cuban bread,
even the medicine
for our stuffy heads.
We were back home in time
to watch the Bucs play.
The Falcons lost
we are happy to say.
Soon after that
Andrew ran in fast on his feet.
The back gate was left open
Radar had run up the street.
Bob flew out the door
and started to Holler.
An angel was watching, she stopped her car
and grabbed the dogs collar.
We had to calm down and
get ready for Mass
The Christmas Eve Vigil
was coming up fast.
Radar was punished
and safe in his cage.
The gaurding of presents
was left up to Jake.
The Mass was so special,
the children's choir was sweet.
We went to the Ale House for
onions and meat.
Before heading home,
we drove through the hood,
admiring lights and decor,
like everyone should.
Arriving back home
Jake the Great looked fatter.
He didn't seem happy.
We asked, "What's the matter?"
Looking around,
pretty soon Mom said,
"Jake ate that whole loaf
of Cuban Bread!"
It"s Christmas morning,
our dogs are still living.
It's Jesus' birthday
and time for giving.
I hope you're all Happy
and healthy today,
and that's about all
I'm going to say!