December 24th, 2020 By YellowCake

Twas the morning before Christmas, and all thru the Dawghouse, no creatures were stirring, not even a mouse.

Pharaoh sat in his front wheel drive sleigh, in hopes that some others would come out to play.

The fartsackers were nestled, all snug in their beds, as visions of Jim Beam and beef jerky danced in their heads.

The ruckers had their weighted sacks, the runners their blinky lights, because at 0530 in the morning, it’s still dark as night.

Next to arrive was YellowCake; He had the Q and as such, only he knew what they were going to do.

As 0530 approached, YellowCake whistles and shouted, he called them by name;

Now Timeout! Now Honey-Do! It’s a ruck for you two!

Now Rerun! Now Pharaoh! On Uecker! On Overdrive! On Loveboat too!

Now follow me, it’s a Rocket Run Speed Work trip we will do!

To the top of the parking lot!  To the top of the neighborhood!  Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!

As the trip ended, and the Circle of Trust came,

You could hear all the men of the Dawghouse exclaim,

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good day!”

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