The Night Before Dog-mas
'Twas the night before Dog-mas, when all through
Not a puppy was
yelping or playing around.
Our leashes were hung by our kennels with
In hopes that St. Bernard would soon find us there.
curled up all snug in their beds,
While visions of doggie
treats danced in their heads.
Max in his collar, on somebody's lap,
Had tucked in his tail for a
When outside the room there arose such a clatter,
My ears perked right up to
hear what was the matter.
Away to the window I jumped up with glee,
And barked at the shadows
that were cast by a tree.
The glow from the moon changed night into day,
And started me thinking,
"Woof, woof, time to play".
When, what with my puppy-dog eyes did I see,
But a splendid dog-sled, led
by doggies like me!
With a regal furred driver, commanding, not
I yelped to the others, "That must be St. Bern"!
than greyhounds, our saviors they came,
And we barked and we howled
and called them by name.
"There's Duchess! There's King! fat Chance,
and bare Buffy!
On Fido, On Scooter! On Rover, and Scruffy!
Go by the red
hydrant and run past those trees!
Nothing can stop you, not even some
As puppies at play chase after a stick
And race to their masters so
lovely and quick,
So out in the field his
canines all flew,
Catching the Frisbees that St. Bernard threw.
in an instant I heard at the door
The scratching and clawing
of each little paw....
As I pulled in my nose and was turning around,
Through the door St. Bernard
came in with a bound!
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his tail,
His wood cask adorned with
an icing of hail;
A bag of chew toys he had brought in with him,
And his mouth was turned up
in what looked like a grin.
His eyes, how they twinkled!
His ears flopped,
His coat shone like crystal, his nose like a cherry!
sloppy mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the fur on his chin was
as white as the snow.
The stump of a bone he held tight in his teeth,
And his collar encircled his
neck like a wreath.
He had a large face and a furry round belly,
shook when he barked, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was fluffy and plump, a big
cuddly old pooch
And I laughed when I saw him and gave him a smooch!
wink of his eye and a wag of his tail;
We knew right away we'd have
homes without fail.
He howled not a howl, but went straight to his
And took down our leashes that soon we would need.
He opened the
door and families stood there,
With children, all smiling,
and much love to spare.
He leapt to his sled, to his team gave a call,
And away they all flew as if chasing
But I heard him exclaim, as he chewed on a bone:
"Happy Dog-mas to
all and to all a good
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