Bouvier Xmas Poems

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Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year
Bouvier Holiday Poems
by: Rita Lillico

2006

The joy of Christmas comes
Shared with joyful shaggy beasts
Each full of joy and happiness
Those pounces and bounces of joy
Our Christmas trees they all have
Loving, gentle shaggy rugs
They join us on Christmas morn
All adorn with ribbons and wrap
Those chocolate eyes peeking out at us
Then wrapping paper erupts
Then happy tongues make one swipe
And with that our face is washed
The remote cars chases them
Then they chase the cars in turn
Or snuggle in a blanket warm
And share all our happiness
Then out into the winter snow
And we watch them race with glee
And roll and tumbling in the snow
Then leap upward toward the sky
Large black bodies streaming snow
As we watch the sunlights gleam
A million glistening star flow down
As the snow shakes from their coats
In a beautiful shining trail
That fills our hearts with joy
Then it is the Christmas meal
The day ending so comfortably
My eyes roaming round the room
My bouv rugs scattered on the floor
Waiting for one more Christmas joy
Just a piece of the Christmas feast
Then as the day ends with our loved ones
Our majestic Bouviers share this too
We watch children sleeping comfortably
Heads tuck on their Bouvier friends
A day of joyful laughter and playing
To the quiet moments of the day
Our Bouvier partners share it
All the joys of Christmas day.

2005

Deep in the forest where all dreams come true,
There is a Bouvier, who is waiting for you.
His coat is all black, shades of grey, or brindle spice
His nature is a greatness of everything nice.

Clad in his shag coat, his neck a red ribbon adorns,
Ready to fill your life your life, and carpet your floors,
His nature for generations is cheerful and gay,
Making your home the greatest place to stay.

In your home flopped under your Christmas tree,
Sharing your food and life if you please?.
Deep in the forest where all dreams come true,
There is a Bouvier who is just waiting for you.

2004

The Bouvier folk live in a magical tree,
They celebrate Christmas for all to see.

White bearded Bouviers in bow ties and caps,
Wrinkled old Bouvs, just awake from their nap,
Bouvs made of snow, with carrot stick noses.
Wielding hockey sticks in ridiculous poses.

Bouviers with bracelets and rings ?round their knees,
And decorations of tassels and bells if you please!
Bouviers in flight with antlers and wings,
And backpacks for carrying presents and things.

At the base of the tree beard flying askance,
Is a friendly old Bouvier, in shag rug stance,
Paws wrapped round the Christmas tree,
As he lends it support so you see.

At the top of the tree, a sight to behold!
A Bouvier hovers with wings of gold,
The star is poised between his ears upright,
And it light shines forth on Christmas night.

The Bouvier folk living in the magical tree
They celebrate Christmas for all to see.