It's Christmas night,
and I'll be alright,
but there's something that I'm missing.
It's not a toy,
but a golden boy,
whose nose I was used to kissing.
The gifts were great;
there were at least forty-eight,
and I'm sure some came a quite a cost,
but wouldn't it be nice,
no matter what the price,
if we could get back someone that we've lost?
He comes back in my dreams,
or so it seems;
I've only slept for six nights, maybe seven,
and when I wake up
I still miss my pup.
I can't wait to kiss him in heaven.