I’m Dreaming of a Raw Christmas

by Janet E. Schultz © 2008

(*From a wise older dog singing to her young puppy friends)

I’m dreaming of a raw Christmas,

Just like ones I’ve come to know.

Where the green tripe glistens, and puppies listen,

To hear, “It’s time to eat some goat!”

I’m dreaming of a raw Christmas,

With every turkey wing I bite,

May your liver juices be bright…

And may all your bone marrow be white…

Yes, I’m dreaming of a raw Christmas,

Just like the ones in days of old.

Before kibble makers, and biscuit bakers,

Left our nutrition, in the cold.

I’m dreaming of a raw Christmas,

With every mutton leg I gnaw,

May a beef shank fill you with awe…

And may all your Christmases be raw...

May a beef shank, fill you…with AWE!…

And, may all, your, Christmases...be raw…

*This song is dedicated to Jepson a.k.a.“Jeppy” pictured (August, 1997- December, 2004).