My Dog at Christmas

It's that time of year again. As I delve into the attic. It's the Christmas

decs domain. Full of dust and full of static. I struggle down

the ladder. With a string of fairy lights. It's then I hear a growlin'.

Something's tuggin' at my tights! He loves this time of year, so many smells

are in the air. He's zoomin' round the house like he doesn't have

a care. Oh, yeah! That's my dog at Christmas.

I'm puttin' up the tree. Many trinkets hangin' there. Baubles from way

back when. All the memories that we share. I reach down for the fairy.