Santa Dogg’s Christmas Night

Yo, it was the night before Christmas. The crib was tight.

Not a creature was cruising, not a sound in sight. Stockings hung up.

Yeah, neat and clean. Waiting for that big man to slide on the

scene. Kids knocked out, dreaming candy and toys, while visions of

the good life dance with the noise. Mama in a hoodie,

me chilling in my cap. We settled on the sofa for a long winter

nap. Then out on the lawn came a bump and thump.

I sprang from the couch with a Snoop Doggy jump. To the window