'Twas the week before Christmas and try as I may
Not a Dachshund nor Beagle would sit, heel or stay.
My camera and elf were all ready to go
But those three stubborn canines said, Oh HECK No!
"Defeat is not an option" I explained to the elf.
Then I sent him to the fridge for a treat from the shelf.
He returned with the string cheese, then promptly they came,
And I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Li'l Bit! Now Big Boy! Now Lucky! Sit there!
And a morsel of the cheese will be yours; this I swear!
Bring your bells and your hats and your candy cane too!
Then look into my lens and this mess will be through!"
Then they danced and they pranced and they begged for that cheese,
Disregarding their hats; they weren't aiming to please!
"No costumes-No cheese!" is what I heard myself holler.
Then that quick-thinking elf stuck that cane in Big Un's collar!
Now in this final shot as they gaze at the sky,
You know it's not those eight tiny reindeer flying by.
Rather a string o' the cheese, dangling o'erhead...
I just could not allow them to have you misled.
But although they did not necessarily agree
To wear those silly hats underneath that lit tree,
They'd sincerely like to wish each and every one
A Christmas filled with cheese and much tail waggin' fun!