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 soon be there.
The dogs were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar- bones danced in their heads.
But Willie the once street dog in his warm bed, whispered quiet Christmas wishes and remembered the past with wet christmas kisses.
Out on the street, cold in the rain, no one to love them, no one came. When there arose such a clatter, Willie sprang from his box in the alley to see what was the matter.
Just then as he remembered his once lovely warm bed and his own two legs, he began to shed a tear, When, what should he see, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer. With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
As Willie hid in the shadow and cried at the sight, St Nick called his reindeer, he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! “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! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
And Willie stared at where the sleigh once was and wished his Christmas wish as he sobbed, he slumped down on the wet, cold path and quietly breathed…
And then, in a twinkling, he heard on the roof. The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. He drew up his head, and saw it turning around, Down the alley St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of bones and treats he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly! He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf.
But Willie cowered and whimpered at his approach, two legs had not always been kind and he felt rather scared. So St Nick got down on one knee and opened his arms unto me and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And promised me a home all the modern perks, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up to the sleigh he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night, May all the lost dogs find a beautiful home, where they are loved and cherished and none are alone!”
And an old street dog called Willie rode on the back of the sleigh to his new forever home.
“Now Willie! now, Rosie! now, Ginny and Nessie! On, Baxter! On, Harry! On, Paddy and Gizmo! And all those fourpaws we can help everyday and more.