How silly it was of me
To conveniently forget
The sharpness of his teeth
Of this my little pet.
Puppy’s name is Archer
Born under the ‘star sign’
A Curley Coated Retriever
And now he is all mine.
The cutest little face
Will grow into his nose
The biggest personality
Which already shows.
A precocious little pup
With so much energy
Confident and fearless
And naughty by decree.
A constant source of pleasure
Sometimes frustration too
But in the end puppy love
Envelopes all of you.
 

 
  
Little Jack Horner 
Sat in the corner, 
Eating his curds and whey. 
Little Miss Muffet 
Fell off her tuffet, 
And frightened Jack Horner away.

 

A ham sat on the table,
It was not alone,
Beside it sat a turkey,
Its origin unknown.
A bowl of sweet potato,
Another full of peas,
Carrots, baked potato,
Enough for all to please.
A jug filled with gravy,
Waiting to be poured,
Broccoli in the centre,
Which cannot be ignored.
A table blessed with offerings,
A scrumptious fare,
A merry Christmas dinner,
A feast for all to share.
 

The smell of pine needles,
Infiltrates the room,
A reminder that Christmas,
Is coming very soon.
Baubles hang from branches,
Tinsel wrapped around,
Scattered down below,
Are presents on the ground.
The Christmas tree is shining,
A sight to behold,
It’s bright and inviting,
A tradition to behold.

Is it hoofs on the roofs
Or hooves on the rooves?
I really want to know.
Or is it hoofs on the roof
Or hooves on the roof,
Please tell me: yes, or no?

Reindeer hooves
Landing on rooves,
Or reindeer hoofs
Landing on roofs —
I don't know which to believe.
But the reindeer don't care
As they fly here and there,
So have a happy Christmas Eve!