Christmas Dog

One of my favorite Christmas poems from one of my favorite poets…


by Shel Silverstein

Tonight’s my first night as a watchdog,
And here it is Christmas Eve.

The children are sleepin’ all cozy upstairs,

While I’m guardin’ the stockin’s and tree.
What’s that now–footsteps on the rooftop?

Could it be a cat or a mouse?

Who’s this down the chimney?

A thief with a beard–

And a big sack for robbin’ the house?
I’m barkin’ I’m growlin’ I’m bittin’ his butt.

He howls and jumps back in his sleigh.

I scare his strange horses, they leap in the air.

I’ve frightened the whole bunch away.
Now the house is all peaceful and quiet again,

The stockin’s are safe as can be.

Won’t the kiddies be glad when they wake up tomorrow

And see how I’ve guarded the tree.

Every Thing On It – Shel Silverstein

Whether with his clever drawings or his wild and crazy poems, Shel Silverstein always knew how to make me laugh – and think.

His new book, Every Thing On It, is as much fun to read as A Light in the Attic or Where the Sidewalk Ends.  And, as always, one particular poem found me:


                                                           Underneath my outside face                                                                                                            There’s a face that none can see.                                                                                                             A little less smiley,                                                                                                                              A little less sure,                                                                                                                          But a whole lot more like me.

Shel Silverstein died from a heart attack in 1999, but his quirky humor and droll perspective sometimes remind me of old times…

New Job

                                                 Just two hours workin’ in the candy store,                                            And I don’t like candy anymore.

and good times…

Italian Food

Oh, how I love Italian food.

I eat it all the time.

Not just ’cause how good it tastes

But ’cause how good it rhymes.

Minestrone, canneloni,

Macaroni, rigatoni,

Spaghettini, scallopini,

Escarole, braciole,

Insalata, cremolata, manicotti

Marinara, carbonara,

Shrimp francese, Bolognese,

Ravioli, mostaccioli,

Mozzarella, tagliatelle,

Fried zucchini, rollatini,

Fettuccine, green linguine,

Tortellini, Tetrazzini,

Oops – I think I split my jeani.

With over 190 pages of poems and drawings, you are sure to find something.

Related Info:  The Shel Silverstein website

Love and Laugh, Valentines

Shel Silverstein had a way to make us laugh with his books of poetry-

One of my favorites:  The Gardener

We gave you a chance

To water the plants

We didn’t mean that way –

Now zip up your pants.

For Valentine’s Day, Shel gave us…. LOVE...

Ricky was “L” but he’s home with the flu.

Lizzie, our “O”, had some homework to do.

Mitchell, “E” probably got lost on the way.

So I’m all of LOVE that could make it today.

and happy birthday

And, if you haven’t discovered Jack Prelutsky’s It’s Valentine’s Day…check out his valentine to his dog.

Happy Valentine’s Day!