Twas the Night Before Christmas, as told by Andy the Pug

'Twas the night before Christmas, quarter past Ten Not a creature was stirring, not even young Ben The stockings were hung high out of my reach Waiting for Santa to put goodies in each. The tree was a-glistening with tinsel and glitter Santa'd long left the North Pole, according to Twitter. Sprawled out on the rug by a dying fire glow, I laid there in waiting for St Nick to show. Determined to meet him and then plead my case I knew my best chance was to meet face to face See, last week I made list of both naughty and nice And I read it and then I re-read it twice! I couldn't believe what I saw could be true, My "naughty" outweighed "nice"  twenty to two.  This pug was in danger of a stocking with coal No pug snacks, nor pug toys nor a new water bowl. So I laid there in waiting for that jolly old elf and I chuckled with glee, in spite of myself I would beg, I would bargain and if that didn't pay. I'd ransack his goodies as he looked away. In his sack there was surely a bone of pure bliss, or chew toy, or tennis ball he'd never miss. If I borrowed one item and nothing else more, Next year, I'd be nicer, settling the score   The cookies and milk were laid out on the table, Though tempted, I left them, but I barely was able Then my ears perked a bit, as I thought I did hear, Some ho-hoing and landing of a sleigh and reindeer "What's that?" I exclaimed, "I swear 'tis a jingle!" And I looked at the chimney and down came Kris Kringle With a sack full of toys and a charitable grin A beard of pure white which covered his chin Under couch I was hiding, determined to spy To wait for my chance and then pounce forth and try To persuade Dear old Santa to reconsider his list and by hook or by crook I'd make off with a gift First he made for the cookies delighting in each Washed them down with the milk then he started to reach In his sack and pulled out gifts for the others For mother, and sister and each of my brothers. Each gift was quite perfect, hand-tailored with care This didn't seem right, this wouldn't be fair. If I "borrowed" a gift from Santa this night Would some other be cheated?  That didn't seem right From my hiding place I continued to view St Nick and his presents and each stocking too First to Lily and Rex he'd provided a toy And delectable treats for each to enjoy Though not filled with coal, my stocking laid bare. As I hid and did watch I was filled with despair. Then Santa Claus turned, up the chimney to go, I had to act fast, I could not be slow. But around Santa turned and to my great surprise Found my hiding place and looked me right in my eyes. "Come out little pug, come out to see A present for you, wrapped under the tree." Though indeed it's quite true, you're a mischievous boy Still I think you'll find at least one little toy. And I leapt up quite joyful and searched 'neath the tree.  There were pug snacks and toys, and balls just for me. I jumped up to kiss Santa and give him a hug And to thank him for loving a mischievous pug But he was gone up the chimney and prepared to take flight, Shouting "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!"