Roof, Roof, Ruff, Roof, Roof, Ruff

One year, a few years ago,

In the holiday season,

The divorced father, loathing

The endless repetition

Of the same six songs

For a sixth of every year,

Made a careful selection

Of medieval Christmas tunes

And Renaissance caroling,

That sort of thing. When time came

To put up the tiny tree

In the rented apartment,

He started up the playlist,

Content to avoid Rudolph,

Mariah, and all the gang

Piped into shopping plazas

Since well before Thanksgiving.

But this distressed his daughter.

That isn’t Christmas music!

You have to put on Christmas

Music for decorating!

Within a few minutes, both

Were barking along madly

To the all-dog Jingle Bells

As the desert sun shone in

Through the wide window, bleaching

The lights on the little tree.