‘Twas Christmas Eve and all through the house, not a creature was stirring.
Not even a Corgi.
(It’s a Christmas MIRACLE!)
But look a little closer.
Is there a pair of peepers somewhere battling the sandman?
Foxy and Kirby
Or guarding the presents because the silly humans ARE ALL SLEEPING?
(Did somebody say presents?!)
Speaking of presents, Corgis love presents.
And they have been awfully good this year. Their halos are gleaming!
All those good intentions shine brightly in their eyes.
Are you taking note, Santa?
You’re getting all of this, right?
It is bad luck to disappoint a Corgi on Christmas.
Even for you, Santa.
Because Corgis know people. And those people know other people. Who know other dogs.
(Read between the lines, Kringle).
Tonight the Corgis WILL be waiting.
And WIDE awake.
They’re not missin’ a single trick. Nope.
There’s no schnoozling on chimney vigil.
Just drop the presents (and carrots) and run.
Run very fast.
See you soon, dear Santa!