The last day of Christmas, day number twelve
We know where we’re going, but there is a surprise at the door
The world is blanketed in white, as if to foreshadow what is in store.
We get in the car delighted within ourselves.
First to the park, we slowly walk to the gate
I take pictures of the beautifully white field
Annoying my dog who does not want to yield.
Then we are in, and now my dog feels great.
As he runs around rolling about in the snow
His friends start to arrive each as excited by the surprise
You can see how eager they are in their eyes.
Then again it was something I already know.
All of the humans huddle to the side
Laughing as they dogs play
And wanting to stay the whole day
So we take the cold in stride.
Twelve dogs having the time of their lives;
Twelve dogs reminding us from whence happiness derives.