Golly, Miss Molly
A blog about a service dog and her veteran with PTSD
(Supporting the veteran and the family caregiver)
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
All creatures are stirring, including the dog, cat, and mouse.
The stockings need mending, as the threads have worn bare;
And the cookies for Santa, Molly wants, if she dares.
With William too warm and the windows not closed,
Mama in flannel shivers as the snow blows.
The bears now hibernate, so we are told;
But huge furry paw prints are a sight to behold.
Quieting the critters from big to small,
We watch colored lights dance on the wall.
Settling down to sleep after a midnight snack,
We’re so glad that the car we did pack.
Thanks to the quiet—except for the dog snoring,
We recall our good blessings for a life never boring.
With all of us resting, all seems well,
I expect that my veteran dreams of a Barrett 50 cal.
All of a sudden we hear a jingle;
We wonder if reindeer on our roof do mingle.
My honey to the rescue does readily jump,
I remain under my blanket in great big lump.
“The paw prints are huge—like a big wooly mammoth.
You should see what it did–oh, my, the havoc.”
I rush to the window to see the spectacular,
And I see seven muley deer leaping in air.
We look at each other with starry-eyed delight.
As wonderful to us as it could ever be,
It’s Miss Molly with antlers, such a sweet vision to see.
Merry Christmas to all our friends of Miss Molly.
May God bless our veterans, our military, and your families.
Photo credits: pculbrethgraft
About the blogger
Dr. Penelope “Penny” Culbreth-Graft is a retired city manager and graduate professor. She lives with her disabled Vietnam Veteran husband, William, and his service dog, Molly, on Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado. She writes, paints, cares for her husband, and spends time with her grandchildren.