he's in eggnog heaven

the dog

is in heaven as he rolls about

in the

wrapping

paper, the ribbons

and bows,

all shredded with

glitter on his nose.

the light

cord is

cut in half by his sharp

teeth,

the cookie dish

turned

over

and licked clean.

his belly is swollen

with

sugar,

and little meatballs

with toothpicks

that were

left on the coffee table

by Aunt

Mimi.

he's lapped

up

the eggnog from the spilled

carton,

he's in heaven

now,

may he rest in peace,

our little canine

if he makes

it through the night.