My fire needed a new Yule log,
And my dinner I had just done ,
On the hearth near the fire laid my dog,
Snoring and dreaming for his day was done,
My belly was so full,
I could not lift up from my seat,
I was stuck in my chair,
I could not get to my feet,
I struggled so hard,
My poor dog awoke,
He seemed perturbed,
Thought I played him for a joke,
Then I turned to my dog Spot,
Told him to open the door,
And fetch a dry log with no rot,
And set it down on the floor,
My dog Spot did as I asked,
I was just so pleased,
He had accomplished his task,
The fire would soon be appeased,
The one thing I had missed,
Was that from my chair I could not budge,
It was my big dinner tonight,
And, this afternoon's pound of fudge,
So, I wiggled my chair,
As the fire lost it's heat,
But, soon that old Yule log,
Sat close to my feet,
Then I kicked and I kicked,
Until the log landed in the fire,
Then my home warmed up again,
The warmth made me tire,
So I fell off to sleep,
In my chair with old Spot on my lap,
By the warm toasty flames,
I took a Christmas Eve nap,
I did not hear the bells,
On Santa's great sleigh,
But, I found a whole stack of logs,
By my fireplace Christmas Day.
