“A Christmas dog story”
Tonight’s my first night as a watchdog and here it is Christmas Eve
The children are sleeping all cozy upstairs,
While I’m guarding the stockings and tree.
What’s that now? Footsteps on the rooftop?
Could it be a cat or mouse? Who’s this down the chimney?
A thief with a beard and a big sack for robbing the house?
I’m barking, I’m growling, I’m biting his rear.
He howls and jumps back in his sleigh.
I scare his strange horses, they leap in the air.
I’ve frightened the whole bunch away!
Now the house is all peaceful and quiet again.
The stockings are safe as can be.
Won’t the kiddies be glad when they wake up tomorrow and see how I’ve guarded the tree?
by Shel Silverstein