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The Christmas Dog by Shel Silverstein
Tonight´s my first night as a watchdog, and here it is Christmas Eve. The children are all cozy upstairs,
While I´m guardin´the stockin´s and tree. What´s now ... footsteps on the roof top? Could it be a cat or a mouse ? Who´s this down the chimney ?
A thief with a beard ... And a big sack for robbin´the house ? I´m barkin´, I´m growlin´, I´m bittin´his butt. He howl´s 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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