I decided to tell the story from my dog's point of view. Dolly is always the centre of attention in our house, except for around Christmas time. She will do one of two things; either go totally hyperactive at the sight of all the decorations and try to destroy them, or she will go and find a corner to settle down in on her own where she can look and feel sorry for herself. She absolutely thinks that we all forget about her when we're all excited about Christmas.
Needless to say, her actions around Christmas inspired this story; it's all about Dolly's encounter with Santa. I hope you enjoy it.
The
Night Before Christmas
The night before Christmas was always the worst
Poor little Dolly she never came first;
The children were bathed, had hot chocolate, then bed
Dolly was wondering when she would be fed
Stockings and candy canes hung by the fire
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| Nothing to see here! |
Tinsel and Christmas lights there to admire
Carols were playing, and lightened the mood
But she couldn’t help thinking ‘Where is my food?’
Then out of the corner of one of her eyes
She spotted a carrot and Santa’s mince pies
Her nostrils they twitched, her eyes they did water;
The food smelt so good; but what had they taught her?
I shouldn’t, she thought, I’m treated so well
But no one will see me so who’s going to tell?
I’m tired; but I do need something to eat
And if I have nothing I’ll struggle to sleep
The thought of betraying them made her feel sad;
She never wanted to be the dog that was bad
What if they see her? What if she’s caught?
They’ll never forgive her; they’ll all be distraught
But her tummy it rumbled, her ears they twitched
She jumped onto the table, she must be bewitched;
And just as her jaws reached out for its prize
A sudden loud clatter took her by surprise!
Down through the chimney came a big man in red
With a fluffy white beard and a hat on his head
A sack on his shoulder and boots on his feet
He saw what Dolly was going to eat
Dolly looked up, her eyes opened wide
Her body it shook, she trembled inside
‘I’m so sorry Santa, I know it’s not mine’
She lowered her head and started to whine
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| I'll just wait here till it's all over! |
Santa leant over his cheeks burning red
But the smile on his face gave her nothing to dread;
‘Thank you for letting me into your home’
He reached into his sack and he pulled out a bone
It was wrapped with a ribbon, and put under the tree
Dolly asked Santa ‘is that all for me?’
And then just as Santa was turning to leave
It started to snow on this bright Christmas Eve
‘I know that your family all went to bed
And left you down here without being fed
But they didn’t forget you, they knew I would come
Merry Christmas Dolly; you’re still number one.’
The End
Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Keep chasing your dreams!
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