Christmas Dog – by Shel Silverstein

Tonight’s my first night
as a watchdog, 
And here it is Christmas
The children are
sleeping all cozy upstairs, 
While I’m guardin’ the
stockin’s and tree.

What’s that
now—footsteps on the rooftop? 
Could it be a cat or a
Who’s this down the
A thief with a beard—
And a big sack for robbin’ the house?

I’m barkin’, I’m
growlin’, I’m bitin’ 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 stockin’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.

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