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Now this remind me of my son-in-laws service dog Gabby. Yes this is sooo Gabby. 

Myrna



> On Dec 15, 2014, at 6:50 PM, Sherry Gomes via stylist <stylist at nfbnet.org> wrote:
> 
> Hi everyone,
> 
> I've been away a bit, because I had a big computer crash and burn recently,
> but here I am again. And I see everyone is posting poems. So wonderful. 
> 
> Anyway, here's one I wrote in 2007. For a bit of background, recently, my
> retired 13.5 year old retired guide dog, Bianca passed away. Bianca was the
> smartest and most amazing and sweetest guide dog I've ever known, but that
> intelligence also made her the most ill-behaved dog in the house! Her brain
> was always looking for something else to do. Christmas 2007, one of my gifts
> was a pound of sees candy soft centers--yum! And when my back was turned,
> she jumped on the table where the box sat and ate the whole blasted thing in
> less than a minute, wrappers and all. So, I wrote this poem. This never
> actually happened, but if you'd known Bianca, you'd know it could have
> happened. She just hadn't thought of it yet! Enjoy.
> 
> BIANCA'S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
> 
> BY SHERRY GOMES
> 
> Twas the night before Christmas,
> Oh joy of joys,
> Bianca could tell there were dog treats and toys,
> The stockings were hung very high with great care,
> Hoping Bianca could not reach them there.
> 
> Bianca was wound up from all the commotion,
> She shredded some tissues and ate some hand lotion.
> She ran around squeaking her toys very loud,
> Though one little dog; she seemed like a crowd.
> 
> At last she was settled, curled up on the bed,
> We're safe now till morning, I thought in my head.
> When late in the night there arose such a clatter,
> I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter,
> Was it earthquake, or burglar or could it be flood,
> Perhaps it was fire or landslide with mud?
> I'm sure you can guess what I really did find,
> Mischief and mayhem from that sweet dog of mine!
> 
> The stockings no longer hung on the wall,
> The presents were opened; she'd gotten them all!
> Boxes in pieces and wrappings in tatters,
> At least nothing glass to be turned into shatters!
> Toys and treats scattered all over the floor,
> And little Bianca was looking for more.
> 
> She went to the closet where dog food does dwell,
> She stood by her bowl looking up to say, well?
> She wagged and she wiggled as I cleaned up the mess,
> Back to bed little rascal, it isn't time yet!
> 
> With a groan of disgust she returned to the bed,
> Merry Christmas Bianca, I love you, I said,
> As she snuggled beside me, I thought with a sigh,
> In spite of it all, I'm so glad she is mine!
> 
> 
> DECEMBER 2007
> 
> 
> Sherry
> 
> Let it be Christmas Everywhere; let Heavenly music fill the air,
> Let every heart sing; let every bell ring, the story of hope and joy and
> peace.
> Let it be Christmas everywhere; Let heavenly music fill the air,
> Let anger and fear and hate disappear, Let there be love to last through the
> year,
> Let it be Christmas, Christmas everywhere.
> --Let it be Christmas, Alan Jackson
> 
> 
> 
> 
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