Jack Russell Story Jack Russell Story
Story Name: A Jack Russell Christmas
From: Big Rock Ranch
My Jack Russell Story:
A Jack Russell Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
It seems that the Russells had rendered them dead,
While their masters were nestled, all snug in their bed;
By the chimney the Russells had hung up their socks,
In hopes that St. Nick would fill them with rocks;
And Rick on her pillow and Rox on my lap,
Had just settled down for a short winter’s nap;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from my bed to see what was the matter;
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
They tore off the shutters and chewed up the sash;
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of chew-bones to the objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should I log,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindogs;
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick;
Much slower than Russells his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Kira! now, Fonzie! now, Chewy! and Kiri!
On, Leah! on Fuzzy! on, Pogo and Miri!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall,
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As rodents that before the wild Russell wrath fly,
When they meet with a Russell most certainly die;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of chew-toys, and St. Nicholas too;
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The scratching and pawing and that Russell “WOOF”;
They jumped poor St. Nick while turning around,
Down the chimney, St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was covered with dog hair, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of chew-toys he had flung on his back,
And he appeared quite shaken by this Russell attack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His ankles all bloody, the deep color cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the look on his face said it’s sure time I go;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he choked like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I was glad the dogs got him, instead of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
I wasn’t quite sure if he was living or dead;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk;
Then trying to quell, the blood running from nose,
He gave a swift nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a scream,
And away they all flew, wishing it was all a dream.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"THIS IS ALL JUST A TALE, JACK RUSSELLS DON’T BITE."