All the toys were laid out for the tree. Except one for little ol' me. Now I think that is a terrible shame, Who in Heaven's name can I blame. I sit in my doghouse like a good pup. I am quiet as a mouse, So no one has to tell me shut up. I stand guard over the whole house. Now I ask you what more can I do? Don't I deserve some presents too?? Santa ,you have been the best friend I've known. Won't you please give me a bone of my own? © Carol G Oliver November 14, 2009