Thought everybody would enjoy some Pa Dutch humor for Christmas Der nite behind ChristmasIt wass da nite behind Christmas, and all sru da house, Not a creature wass stirring, not ewens a mouse.
My shtokings hanged up at da chimney of rocks so that Sandy would see I needed new socks.
Undt da puppies wass nestled all snuck in dere bed, wiss wisions of dog biscuits up in dere hedds.
Mom in her kerchief undt me in my kopp, ve chust settled down wiss a coldt vinter schnapps.
Den odt on da lawn ve herd such a rumpus, ve thought it vuss such gangsters vot came dere to bump us.
So avay to der vindow I jumped like a lark, pooshed out der shutters and looked in da dark.
Den vot to my vatering eyes did appear, but a liddle oldt sledt undt eight frisky reindeer.
Undt such a fat oldt driver mit radt nose a'tingle, I didn't know den it vass chust Kriss Kringle.
More faster den eagles der courses dey came, so I called all my doggies by her first name;
Now Fido, now Rover, now Olaf, now Pixey, here Waggy, here Weenie, here Whacky undt Trixie.
Undt dey race sru der house undt oudt der front door, I sought I would never see dem no more.
Oudt on der front lawn my puppies dey flew,
chased all der reindeer and der fat driver, too.
Den ven dey came back I see at a glance they have in dere mouses some of Sandy Causes pants.
Dere eyes how dey twinkled, dere tails vagged so merry da redt closs in dere mouses vass more den dey couldt carry.
So diss is vy Sandy left me no presents diss year, he vent to der Norss Pole to get patched in der rear.
Undt I heard him yell as he vent in der night, from the front I look goodt, but from der back----Oy, goodt nite. Merry Christmas
Paul
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