Thursday, December 22, 2005

Christmas and Congratulations 

First, a HUGE congratulations to my friends Scott Gwin and his girlfrind Kara. He popped the question on the 20th, and somehow convinced her to say yes ;) Kidding. I hope you guys have a great wedding and a long life together. Now here is to the wedding nght!!!! ;)

This is a poem that a friend of mine Janis wrote. So many people have been looking for their lost pets and for the owners of lost pets after Katrina and with the end of the year the search is getting desperate. This is her xmas wish:

Twas the night before Christmas
And all across the internet
Stealthers were desperately searching for pets

Petfinder photos had been placed with great care
In hopes that their families would find them there

Dogs and cats nestled in shelters afar
With visions of St. Francis driving up in a car

Glued to our keyboards with eggnog and such
St. Francis get them home, we don't ask for much

Then suddenly we hear lots of screams and clatter
We spring from our chairs to see what's the matter

Away to the window we fly like a flash
What is that in the street, we shockingly ask

The moon and the stars shining ever so bright
Finally, we are beginning to see the light

And what to our bloodshot eyes should appear
But a truck filled with a pets and a large keg of beer
With a little ole driver who is so stinking drunk
We thought for a moment that Christmas was sunk

More rapid than bullets his fleet rolls in
He staggers and sputters and says with a grin
Now BF and PF and Pasado and Peta
Now HS, Noah, Jane and Anita

To the top of the ramp, into the Superdome
Hurry up, Hurry up, let's get them home

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
They run from the flood to where the ground is dry
Into the Superdome away they all race
With families coming, there's no time to waste

And then in a twinkle I heard in the dark
The wonderful sounds of meow and bark

I raised up my head and turned around
Into the dome St. Francis came with a bound

He was dressed in white robes from his head to his foot
And his clothes were tarnished with fur balls and soot

A bundle of pig ears and bones on his back
He looked like the lead dog running the pack

His eyes filled with his tears, and his cheeks all stained
He looked like a vagabond who had been drug through the rain

A piece of rawhide was clenched in his teeth
But a halo encircled him like a wreath

He had a kind face and worn tattered shoes
That tapped so lively as he made his way through

He was short in stature, yet a jolly old soul
I smiled at this man with a heart of gold

A wink of his eye and the raising of his head
Gave me comfort I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task
Of reuniting pets and families, what more could you ask

He placed his finger over his lips
Shoosh he nodded, and disappeared in a zip

He leaped for his truck and gave out a sigh
And suddenly he disappeared into the night

But I heard him say as he drove out of sight
All the Katrina pets are home, and to all a good night


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