Santa comes quietly
long before dawn
While shops are still busy and lights are still on
While dinners are cooking and kitchens are warm
And children count presents they'll open by morn.
He slips past the
trees in windows aglow
Through the gate to the back yard as icy winds blow
To find the pup he brought last year chained up in the snow
And kneeling, he whispers, "Are you ready to go?"
There are too many stops like this one
Before the beginning of his regular flight
He leaves not a note or footprint in sight
Just an unbuckled collar
On a cold Christmas night......
The author to this is unknown, but isn't this what we
all hope Santa does for those poor little puppies that become Christmas
presents one year only to be neglected the next.