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Last Year's Christmas Present

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Last Years Christmas Present

T'was 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 outside 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 matte r.

Away to the window I flew like a flash ,
Figuring the dog was free and into the trash .

The moon on the breast of the new- fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa Claus - his eyes full of tears .

He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick ,
Last years Christmas present, now thin and sick.

More rapid than eagle s he called the dog's name.
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain;

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 giving 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! "

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