By Lisa Shappley

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By Lisa Shappley

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the sty
The pot bellies hoped that some food was close by.
Their stockings were hung on a nail by the door
And all had their names, some sows and some boars.

They soon bedded down all snug in the hay
While visions of apples kept coming their way.
For apples were one of their favorite treats,
Although there is much that they liked to eat.

When out of a stall there arose a loud grunting,
One of the piggers was desperately hunting
A crumb or a morsel – just one more small bite
Is all that he needed to get through the night.

He rooted and rooted around on the floor,
And soon he did realize there must be no more.
So off to his bed he decided to go
And soon he was dreaming of things he loved so.

He dreamed of a trough that was flowing with treats.
All that he wanted – even chocolate so sweet.
He ate and he ate – he savored each bite.
What a wonderful dream – what a wonderful night!

And then the next day when the piggers did rise,
They squealed with delight at the Christmas surprise!
Their stockings were filled up with candy and fruit.
Their tails were all wagging, they started to root.

Their snouts how they twitched, their eyes they did shine.
With juice on their jowls they were such happy swine.
Their bellies were growing and getting more round
And soon they would all be dragging the ground.

But that didn’t matter how chubby or plump
The piglets became with fat on their rumps.
For they knew if they had been treated this way,
They would always be dear, as they were Christmas Day!!!