Dogs Night Before Christmas

Here is a different telling of the story of the Night Before Christmas.

Dog's Night Before ChristmasAuthor UnknownTwas the night before Christmas and all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.The stockings were hung by the chimney with careIn hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.My dogs were nestled, all snug in "MY" bed,While visions of chewie toys danced in their heads.I in my sweat pants and Dad in his sweater,Had just settled down to read the Great Dog Reporter, When up on the roof there arose such a clatter,I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter!Off to the window I flew in a flash,Tore open the shutter and threw up the sash.The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow Gave a luster of midday to the objects below.And what to my wondering eyes did appearbut a miniature sleigh and ei ght tiny reindeer.With a little old driver so lively and quickI knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. With a sputter of ashes -- a flurry of soot,He slid down the chimney with all of his loot.My Dogs stood there so regal and proud,Guarding their home with barks oh so loud.St. Nick showed no fear and called them by name, He knew in his heart they were gentle and tame.He brought out his list, checking it twice."Well, my beauties, all year you've been very nice.I have in my bag toys and much more,Just tell me what you pups really long for." My dogs talked to each other -- much to my surpriseand turned to Santa with tears in their eyes,"We have chewies and balls and ropes to be tugged,We are pampered and coddled and petted and hugged. But for Christmas, dear Santa, we have but one care,that all dogs be loved as much as we are.We want no dog beaten, whipped or chained,No dog abandoned, abused or maimed.We want all dogs, no matter what size, to see love reflected in their master's eyes."St. Nick stopped for a moment to gather his wits,"I have nothing to stop humans from being such twits."All dogs are so beautiful and are such a treasure, Living only to be loved and give humans pleasure.This lesson I will try to teachThen maybe your wish will be within my reach."St. Nick leaned over and kissed each beautiful head."Now you gentle giants, go off to bed. Think good thoughts and dream good dreamsOf running and jumping and playing in streams."St. Nick turned to me, his face wet with tears."Be proud of your babies, they are such dears."In an instant St. Nick disappeared in a poof,And I heard him chuckle as he ran on the roof.He jumped in his sleigh and to his team gave a whistle, and off he flew like the down on a thistle.And I heard him exclaim as the drove out of sight, "Merry Christmas to All and To All Dogs a Good Life!"

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