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Twas the nite before Christmas when all thru the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse the stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there
The children all nestled all snug in their beds With No thought of the dog filling their head And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap Knew the dog was cold, but didn't care about that
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter Away to the window I flew like a flash Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the luster of mid-day to objects below When what to my wondering eyes should appear But Santa Clause with eyes full of tears
He unchained the dog once so lively and quick Last years Xmas present now painfully sick More rapid than eagles he called the dogs name and the dog ran to him despite all his pain.
Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen On Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen To the top of the porch to the top of the wall Let's find this dog a home where he will be loved by all.
I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year For Santa had made one thing quite clear The gift of a dog is not just for the season We had gotten the dog for all the wrong reasons
In our haste to think of the kids a gift There was one important thing we missed A dog should be family, and cared for the same You don't give a Gift, then put it on a chain
And I heard him explain as he rode out of site YOU WEREN'T GIVEN A GIFT YOU WERE GIVEN A LIFE!
~UNKNOWN