12/25/2025
Merry Christmas everyone!
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even our Danes on the couch.
The stockings were hung so frickin’ high in the air in hopes our Danes couldn’t get them up there.
The neighbors were nestled feeling safe in their beds with visions of big danes zooming in their heads.
With gizzards, chicken, and bones going SNAP, our danes hovered over dinner and prepared for their naps.
When out from their crates there arose such a clatter, our Danes had to go out and empty their bladders.
Up from the floor they flew like a flash, tore out the door and peed on the grass.
They stood there so tall with big heads and lips,
They blocked out the moon like a total eclipse.
When what to my wondering eye should appear but a miniature sleigh and 8 tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick
I yelled to our Danes “come in Quick”
They ran up the stairs and knocked me right over!
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
I got off the floor and held tight to my head
I looked to the chimney with a feeling of dread.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot, I had concern for Santa so I put them at sit.
St. Nick turned around and said “HOLY SH!T”
The bundle of toys he dropped at his feet,
He said “OMG, what do they eat?”
“That must be horses or some form of cattle,
let me look in my bag and find them a saddle!”
I explained to Santa they are Great Danes,
Very big dogs with a really small brains.
Santa got on his knees and broke a big rule
Before I could stop him, he was covered in drool.
“They wouldn’t bite, not even a robber”
Santa said okay, but was covered in slobber.
Santa laid on the floor all covered in jowls,
I ran to the kitchen to grab him some towels.
Santa said “It’s Okay, I am no cleaner,
What cute dogs, but BOY what leaners!”
I helped Santa up, with his bag made of silk
while my danes ate the cookies and knocked over the milk!
He jumped back up, as if preparing to flee
He pulled out the presents to chuck at the tree. He backed up the chimney in a bright flash of red.
I ran to my room, The dogs beat me to bed!
We heard him mumble as he flew out of site,
“That gal is really nice, but her Danes are just not right!”