Seasons Greetings from all the Piggies
Christmas Season 2003; written by Lisa Shappley
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the sty The Potbellies hoped that some food was close by Their stockings were hung from a nail by the door And all had their names, some sows and some boars They soon bedded down all snug in the hay While visions of apples kept coming their way For apples were one of their favorite treats Although there is much that they liked to eat. When out from a stall there arose a loud grunting One of the piggers was desperately hunting A crumb or a morsel - just one more small bite Is all that he needed to get through the night. He rooted and rooted around on the floor But soon realized there must be no more So off to his bed he decided to go And soon he was dreaming of things he loved so. He dreamed of a trough that was floating with treats All that he wanted - even candy so sweet He ate and he ate - he savored each bite What a wonderful dream What a wonderful night ! And then the next day when the piggers did rise They squealed with delight at the Christmas suRprise! Their stockings were filled up with candy and fruit. Their tails were all wagging, they started to root. Their snouts how they twitched, their eyes they did shine With juice on their jowls they were such happy swine! Their bellies were growing and getting more round And soon they would all be dragging the ground. But that didn't matter how chubby or plump For piglets became with fat on their rump And they knew if they had been treated this way They would always be dear, as they were Christmas Day!!