a zweet little Christmas story

Once upon a time there was a little old fashioned farmhouse filled with love, style and airedales! This little farmhouse was plunked right down in the middle of a cute little city that some called Zeeland. The purpose of this little house was to offer a simple, down.on.the.farm life in the midst of a city buzzing with Zeel. Welcome to our zweet little Christmas story on Z! farm... we hope you will enjoy.

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Twas the night before Christmas, and down on Z! farm

York and Finn were a-stirring with their usual charm.

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The stockings were hung on the old green door with such care,

In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.

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The 'dales were quite curious and hopeful to see,

A box full of rawhide under the tree.

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The farmhouse was decked with candles aglow,
Look closely on the tree and find what you know...

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That's right! Those ornaments sure are 'dales indeed!
Salt dough terriers to hang on our tabletop tree.

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If you take a short tour, around the house you will find,

Wreaths strung up with burlap, the best fabric of all kind!

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When down in the kitchen their arose such a clatter

The 'dales raced me downstairs to see what was the matter.

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Twas nothing at all, just a small kitchen mishap,

And York parked at foot to catch any scraps.

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Candles lit and places set, we're ready to eat,

Entertaining in our dining room is always a treat!

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You'll notice, I'm sure, a small peek of the head,

It's just Finner b. plotting to steal some warm bread.

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After dinner the 'dales like to play in the snow.

So outside we went and dashing they did go!



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They played and they played and they played yet some more,

They played until they were tuckered out and quite sore.

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So home we all went to dry off our beards,

And say our goodnights to blessings of the years.

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The dales were nestled all snug in our bed,

While visions of bunnies danced in their heads.

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The next morning we rose to find presents galore,
York & Finn had never seen a sight quite like this one before!

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Gifts were handed out, torn open and definitely enjoyed,

It's always such fun when the 'dales get new toys!

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York was a pro, trying to get what was inside,

Little Finner b. was confused but carried his box around with pride.

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This merriment causes for reflection and cheer.

We are truly blessed for the joy we've been given this year!

The End.