Twas the night before Christmas

Yes I know that I am posting this well after Christmas, but I am trying to catch up. So here goes.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the home, the children were stirring waiting for Santa to come.
They wrote their letter and put out the cookies, they even left the reindeer some goodies. Now a story from Daddy then off to bed, with visions of presents and candy dancing in their heads.

The stockings were hung by the nonexistent chimney with care, filled with goodies from Santa some they would have to share.

First a family picture, then on to the gifts. Patient they wait, one at a time they must open but then they can be swift.

The last present they opened had a note, from Santa it said this is no joke. A puppy they would get when they found the right one, so now Buddy has come to our home and our Christmas story is done.