Christmas Dog

Christmas Dog
Written by: Shel Silverstein

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 stockin's and tree..
What's *that* now-footsteps on the rooftop?
Could it be a cat or a mouse?
Who's this down the chimney?
A thief with a beard-
And a big sack for robbin' the house?

I'm barkin', I'm growling, I'm bitin's his butt..
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 stocking's are safe as can be..
Won't the kiddies be glad when they wake up tomorrow
And see how I've guarded the tree...

Cute!

Musta been an imposter Santa - the REAL Santa knows just how to talk to the guardian animals of all sorts, and even brings treats for them!

Just re-read that poem last night and thought exactly like you, Karen. The REAL Santa would've brought doggie biscuits, as a minimum. Well done, new little watch dog.

The illustration in the book is priceless.

Very timely poem, zippy. Thanks!

That's cute!!! Thanks for sharing, zippy-kat.

:D