MaggieMoose: Twas The Twig Before Twigmas

Maggie’s pawsability thought for the day:

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”

Author unknown, attributed to a 7-year-old named Bobby

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WATCH MAGGIE’s YOUTUBE (CLICK THE LINK): ‘TWAS THE TWIG BEFORE TWIGMAS

Twas The Twig Before Twigmas

by MaggieMooseTracks®© and a little help from 

Clement Clarke Moore or Henry Livingston

‘Twas the twig before Twigmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a grouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Twigolas soon would be there;

The moose were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of birch-bark danced in their heads;

And mama in her kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the meadow there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bush to see what was the matter.

Away to the thicket I flew like a flash,

Tore open the branches to see at last.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny moosedeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Twik.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the trees! to the top of the tall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the tree-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Twigolas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the woof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my antlers, and was turning around,

Down the alders St. Twigolas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his sleeves,

And his clothes were all covered with tree cones and leaves;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the alders he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

HAPPY TWIGMAS to all, and to all a good-night.”

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4 comments to MaggieMoose: Twas The Twig Before Twigmas

  • Talent Hounds  says:

    Merry Christmas Maggie and family!

  • Piranha Banana  says:

    Merry Christmas and blessings in the New Year – WOOF!

  • Jack  says:

    I watched your video Maggie and you were poised and twigtacular,,,but it appeared that your narrator had been tickled with a twiggle and caught the twiggle giggles. Have a safe and Happy new Year !

  • wagsahoy  says:

    Hope you guys had a very Merry Christmas! *wags* – Gilligan from WagsAhoy.com

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