HONEYBEAR'S CHRISTMAS POEM

I just had to make a new entry to my journal blog because of a very special Christmas poem that I received via email. It seems that my cute-self causes smiles and even creative inspiration. Uncle Bennie wrote this especially for me. I hope you enjoy it as much as me and Mom!
Luv ~ HoneyBear

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Santa’s Cookies Tempt HoneyBear

Twas the night before Christmas, and all were asleep.
HoneyBear was searching for something to eat.

Her nose in the air, she detected a scent.
A hint of pumpkin, cinnamon and mint.

Where O' Where can it possibly be?
In the kitchen, den, or under the tree?

She looked to the left, she looked to the right.
That delectable treat was nowhere in sight.

HoneyBear stopped, and froze in her tracks.
As she spotted a basket filled with snacks.

To heck with the other, I'll stay here instead.
I'll eat all night, then go back to bed.

Merry Christmas to all, To all a good night.
HoneyBear’s journey is so very bright.

LITTLE DRUMMER GIRL

Mom’s going around the house singing along to Christmas carol music. She changes some lyrics of Little Drummer Boy to be “Little Drummer Girl” instead. That’s me. She says that I walk to the beat of a different drummer because of my leg issues. But she loves me very much just the way I am and admires my tenacity.

Thank goodness Mom always chooses the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree. You know the kind… ill-shapen, worse for wear, and the one that everybody passes by because it is far from perfect. But that tree is truly unique and has tons of character. I think Mom chose me for the exact same reason! She says that beauty is in the eye of the beholder…and she thinks I am very beautiful indeed.

The next few days will be unusually cold here in Florida; temperatures from upper 20s to low 30s and wind chills predicted at 19-26 degrees! Mom had to fight Christmas shopping crowds at the local mall and buy herself a warm fleece jacket. And all of us dogs are mighty happy that she found our sweaters in the back of the linen closet. I am so glad the fur grew back on my leg. Brr-brr-brr. If it gets any colder, I might be able to make a snow angel. On second thought, there’s no way I’m going outside except for a quick potty break.

This is likely to be my last update until 2011. Your family is probably as busy as ours this time of year. So have a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Hugs to you and all of yours!