Forgotten Dog's Christmas poem

Updated March 23, 2008 Categories: stories + poems.


‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house


Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse


The stockings were hung by the chimney with care


In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there


The children were 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 he 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 Claus – with eyes full of tears


He un-chained the dog, once so lively and quick


Last year’s Christmas present, now painfully thin and 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!




To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!


Let’s find this dog a home where he’ll be loved by all.”


I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year


For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear


The gift of a dog is not just for the season


We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons


In our haste to think of the
kids a gift


There was one important thing that 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 exclaim as he rode out of sight


“You weren’t given a
gift! You were given a LIFE!”


Author Unknown