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Twas the night 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 snug in their beds
With no thought of the dog filling their head.

And mom 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 his eyes full of tears.

He unchained the dog once so lively and quick
Last year’s Christmas present now painfully sick.

More rapid than eagles he called the dog’s 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.”


Author Unknown

'Twas the night before Dog-mas,
when all through the pound
not a puppy was yelping,
or playing around;
Our leashes were hung
by our kennels with care,
in hopes that St. Bernard
would soon find us there;
Chihauhas were curled up
all snug in their beds,
while visions of doggie treats
danced in their heads;
Max in his collar,
on someone's lap,
had tucked in his tail
for a midwinter's nap,
When outside the room
there arose such a clatter,
my ears perked right up
to hear what was 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 stern.
I yelped to the others,
"That must be St. Bern!"
More rapid 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 flees!"
As puppies at play
chase after a stick
and race to their masters
so lively and quick,
So out in the field
his canines all flew,
catching the frisbees,
that St. Bernard threw.
And then 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, how merry!
His coat shone like crystal,
his nose like a cherry!
His big 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 right in his teeth,
and his collar encircled
his neck like a wreath;
He had a large face
and a furry, round belly
that shook when he barked,
like a bowl full of jelly.
He was fluffy and plump,
a big, cuddly old pooch
and I laughed when I saw him
and gave him a smooch.
A 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 deed,
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 a ball.
But I heard him exclaim
as he chewed on a bone:
"Happy Dog-mas to all,
and to all a good home!"

I don't know who the author is but it needs to be shared. I found it on the PitBull Chat Forum and I have seen it on here already on another PitBull page.

1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If it's in my mouth, it's mine.
3. If I've had it a little while, it's mine.
4. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
5. If it's mine, it's mine.
6. If it just looks like mine, it's mine.
7. If I saw it first, it's mine.
8. If it's edible, it's mine.
9. If you have it and put it down, it's mine.
10. If I chew it up, all the pieces are mine.
11. If I get tired of it, it's yours.
12. If I want it back, it's mine.