‘Twas the day after Christmas when all through the place,

A Golden Retriever had a smile on his face.

His presents were strewn all over the floor,

He’s not on the Naughty List anymore!

Mamma didn’t believe it, and neither could Dad,

They thought he had been oh so very bad.

But what with their wondering eyes did they see,

But a mountain of presents underneath the tree!

There were squeakers and bones and toys for them all,

Even a bacon scented squeaky ball!

I heard the Golden proclaim as he summed up the day,

Happy Christmas to all, Now let’s go and play ball!