Tis almost the night before Christmas and what do my old failing eyes see?
Oh, my dear Lord, it's Ollie with teeth clamped on a glass Christmas tree.
He's holding on for dear life as he backs into his crate.
Growling and glaring at an alarming rate.
With heart pounding out of my chest
I approach his crate and hoped for the best.
He's grinning at me with a devilish smile
So I wait before I approach for just a while.
My ears hear a crunch and then some cracks
As he stops me right there in my tracks
I run to the refrigerator in a fast waddle
Trying my best not to dawdle.
I grab some liverwurst his favorite treat
Lure him with it as I grab and make my retreat.
I look at the once lovely crystal tree
Shaking my head as the tears fall free.
Ollie sits there so innocently smiling at me
As he pulls the crate's door shut with a look of glee.
Oh, Ollie, you are in such trouble with Santa and me!
Oh, my dear Lord, it's Ollie with teeth clamped on a glass Christmas tree.
He's holding on for dear life as he backs into his crate.
Growling and glaring at an alarming rate.
With heart pounding out of my chest
I approach his crate and hoped for the best.
He's grinning at me with a devilish smile
So I wait before I approach for just a while.
My ears hear a crunch and then some cracks
As he stops me right there in my tracks
I run to the refrigerator in a fast waddle
Trying my best not to dawdle.
I grab some liverwurst his favorite treat
Lure him with it as I grab and make my retreat.
I look at the once lovely crystal tree
Shaking my head as the tears fall free.
Ollie sits there so innocently smiling at me
As he pulls the crate's door shut with a look of glee.
Oh, Ollie, you are in such trouble with Santa and me!
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