Happy Christmas Ebe eberybody!  Me and Beez are on a holiday mission – we are out in the Candy Came truck handing out camdy canes to all the good girls and boys. If you hear a jingle jingle outside, it might be our truck coming around your neighborhood – so come out and say hello!!   Mom is home taking care ob Nickels, so Larry is dribing.  (you can’t see him because the windows are frosted ober).

We are sending all ob you lots of lub and warm wishes this holiday – and big hugs!!  Merry Christmas!

As Christmas comes near, we all hab just one qwestion on our minds… will the Christmas Chicken appear?!

Hai eberybody.  I hab a weird illness that the bet has only seen in dogs before, it’s been a rough few days for me – I hab not felt good at all, but I feel a bit better today, so we are hoping the meds are working and the diagnosis was correct, then I will keep getting better, so please keep sending the lub and well wishes because they are working.  I just knocked on some wood because I saw that on teebee once, it’s some kind of superstitious fing, but it can’t hurt to do it, just in case.  You can also fro salt ober your shoulder, but if you do that make sure no one is behind you because I fink salt in the eyes would sting somefing awful.

I can’t beleibe mom told you my secret superhero nickname, Sir Nickel Pickle Pants… but it’s out there now and I guess that’s ok. I don’t actually hab any pickle pants, but maybe someday I can find some.

Only a couple days to go until Christmas, so eberybody spread some cheer and be nice to each other and I’ll be here trying to get better.  dis Nickel Pickle Pants

(photo not from today)

Ok Bert…ready to do another poem?

“Nope.  I just want to stand here and look pretty.”

Oh hai, it’s me Bert wiff a berry serious Christmas poem.

It’s Christmas time in the USA, and other places too.
Let me get my Christmas list, I hab it in my shoe.
I don’t want anyfing special, but for my lubbed ones to be well, 
Peace and lub fruout the world, would sure be really swell.  

While Santa tries, it’s not all on him to make my list come true
We all must help fings eberyday… my friends it’s up to you.

One week!  One week until Christmas!!

Oh hai, it’s me Bert, here wiff my brothers. I hab another holiday poem for you…

The days are flying by, just ten more to go
Is it hot where you lib, or do you hab snow?
Either way it is, the holidays are coming
So are family and friends and the guitar is strumming.
It’s all going to happen, whether you like it or not
So bake lots ob cookies and try not to snot.
If you hab to snot, please use a tissue
Without one to wipe, no one will kiss you.
Wiff snot on your face, it’s really gross
Which reminds me…don’t put raisins in the cookies.