'Twas the Night Before' Doggie
I've found many canine versions
of this Holiday Classic.
Updated for 2007
Most are lighthearted, but
some are not.
to Leilah's Laughs Howliday Humor
'Twas da night before Christmas
And all thru da house.
Not a creetchur was stirrin',
Not even dat mouse!
Mommy and Daddy was safe in deir bed
But I couldn't get da mousie outta my
So I went to da kitchen and looked all
And you wouldn't believe what I did found!
Dere on da table dere was a great site-
A glass of milk had been left in the night!
So I got up on da table and dranked it
And ate half a cookie and layed down and
When outside da house, their arose such
I jumped on da floor, gettin ready to
I got real low, so da monsters wouldn't
And puffed out my fur and hid under da
When what, to my big green eyes did appear,
But a great big red guy with a fuzzy white
The beard swayed around and enticed me
So I wiggled my butt and jumped upon on
The red guy was surprised and felled on
"Uh-oh!" I thought. Mom and Dad will blame
So I ran up da stairs and I got out of
And I didn't go down for da rest of da
In da morning I slowly approached Mom and
You shoulda seen da big mess that they
But when they seed me they just smiled
So I head-butted Momma and purred by Dad's
And dis next part still bring tears to
But Momma and Daddy had a surprise:
Da big red guy with da fuzzy white beard
Had left me a gift for bein good all year!
'Twas the nite before the nite before
an' all thru-out da land
kitties scurried an' hurried
toward a nite dat wud be grand.
Paco an' Charlie sent wishes
tew all dere kitty frens'
an' da antis an' da uncles
an' effun d*gs an' TEDS...
Merry, merry Kissamouse
an' a Bast-blessed noo yeer
frum ower hous tew yur hous
(an' spehsully fur Miss Moneypenny, deer.)
Charlie (P.S. Happy Kissamouse, my fren
an' Meowmie Pam
Posted by lucy on November 22, 1998 at
"Twas the night before christmas, when
all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even
The stockings were hung by the chimney
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would
The children were nestled all snug in
With no thought of the dog filling their
And mama with her `kerchief and I in my
Knew he was cold, but didn't care about
When out on the lawn there arose such a
I sprang from the bed to see what was
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Figuring the dog was free of his chain
and into the trash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects
When, what to my wondering eyes should
But Santa Claus - with eyes full of tears.
He unchained the dog, once so lively and
Last years Christmas present, now painfully
thin and sick.
More rapid than eagles he calls the dogs
And the dog ran to him, despite all his
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER
On, COMET! on, CUPID! on, DONDER! and
To the top of the porch! to the top of
Let's find this dog a home where he'll
be loved by all"
I knew an instant there would be no gifts
For Santa Claus had made one thing clear,
The gift of a dog is not just for the
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong
In our haste to think of the kids
There was one important thing that we
A dog should be family, and cared for
You don't give a gift, then put it on
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out
"You weren't given a gift! You were given
A RESCUE PET'S CHRISTMAS POEM
'Tis the night before Christmas and all
through the town,
Every shelter is full - we are lost but
Our numbers are hung on our kennels
We hope every minute that someone will
They'll come to adopt us and give us the
"Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch
your new ball!!"
But now we sit here and think of the days
we were treated so fondly - we had cute,
Once we were little, then we grew and we
now we're no longer young and we're no
So out the back door we were thrown
like the trash,
They reacted so quickly - why were they
We "jump on the children, "don't come
when they call",
We "bark when they leave us", climb over
We should have been neutered, we should
have been spayed,
Now we suffer the consequence of the errors
If only they'd trained us, if only we knew,
We'd have done what they asked us and
worshiped them, too.
We were left in the backyard, or
worse - left to roam,
Now we're tired and lonely and out of
They dropped us off here and they
kissed us good-bye,
"Maybe someone else will give you a try."
So now here we are, all confused and alone,
In a shelter with others who long
for a home.
The kind workers come through with a meal
and a pat,
With so many to care for, they can't stay
They move to the next kennel, giving each
of us cheer,
We know that they wonder how long we'll
We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams
fill our heads,
Of a home filled with love and our own
Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming
Our friends filled with emptiness, worry,
If you can't adopt us and there's no
room at the Inn,
Could you help with the bills and fill
our food bin?
We count on your kindness each day of
Can you give more than hope to everyone
Please make a donation to pay for the
And help get us something special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us wants us
and more of us will, if more people will
- Author Unknown
(Thanks, Intercat, for sending this to
'Twas the night before Christmas and the
kennels were still,
With most dogs now asleep having
eaten their fill.
The Labradors sprawled out, quite snug
in their beds,
While visions of ANYTHING edible danced
in their heads.
And the Goldens and Shepherds curled up
on the floor,
Some twitched in their sleep and some
even did snore.
The dog food was stacked in the feed room
In hopes that a trainer soon would be
On the window ledge, one of the kennel
Surveying the lawn at the end of this
Something was different, that little cat
Tonight something would happen, it had
to be true.
For that day as the workers had left to
They'd wished Merry Christmas! before
starting to roam.
The dogs had noticed it to during this
past week's walks,
The trainers seemed just that much happier
and eager to talk.
In the mall where they worked through the
maze of people and stores,
There were decoration and music and distractions
Most dogs pranced along without worry
but some balked
at the man on the sleigh and those fake looking deer.
The cat was almost asleep too when he
first heard the sound,
A whoosh through
the air and a jingle around.
It reminded him of a dog's collar
when the animal shook,
But this sound
kept on growing. He'd better go look.
From the ceiling there came a faint sort
As the kennel
cat climbed to the highest pile of junk.
Once before people had worked on the roof,
And come down
through the trap door to a chorus of "Woooof!"
But the dogs still were quiet, all sleeping
As this man dressed
in red made his way right on down.
He patted the cat as he climbed past his
Then made his
way right to the trainers' coffee pot.
A shepherd sat up, not fully awake,
Then a Golden
followed her with a mighty loud shake.
That did it! All the dogs sprang to life
with loud noise.
In spite of the
din, the old man kept his poise.
He filled the pot full and it started
Then he pulled
up a chair and took in the view.
Dogs all around him, so carefully bred,
He knew well
their jobs, the blind people they led.
Some had stopped barking and looked at
delighted in their own deafening howl.
Laying a finger in front of his lips,
The jolly old
man silenced the excitable yips.
"You all may not know me, but I'm Santa
the old man smiled
and took a short pause,
While he filled up his mug with hot liquid
wanted to stop here. It's been one of my dreams."
The cat had climbed down and was exploring
kitty, that's an empty pack."
Santa smiled as he drank and looked at
Deep brown ones
and gold ones held wide in surprise.
Some of these dogs, he'd seen just last
In their puppy
homes, cute and full of holiday cheer.
He'd seen the effects of a pup on the
But now they
were here at the school, just waiting to be.
"I didn't bring you presents or bones just
I'll tell you
something better, what you are going to do."
"You all will work hard and the trainers
Both praise and
correction, gentle and fair."
"You'll go lots of places and face big
You'll ride buses
and subways and hear fire sirens ring."
"Cars will drive at you but you will stand
Not moving into
danger, not moving toward wrong."
"And then just when you think that this
trainer's the best,
and funnest person, toss away all the rest."
"That trainer will begin to ignore you
and give you away,
leash over despite your dismay."
"Now the person who pets you and feeds
you will be
A blind person.
That's a person who can't see."
" This man or this woman may see just
But their view's missing
parts or the focus is bad."
"So you, well trained dogs, will act as
You will work
as a team and discover the size"
"Of this great world we live in, because
you will go
A million new
places with this person, you know."
Santa sipped at his coffee and looked
over the brood,
he had to say next might sound kind of rude.
"Not all of you will make it and become
Your time here
isn't wasted though. You won't be cast aside."
"Some of you will be drug dogs and some
will find bombs.
Some will become
pets in a home with a dad and a mom."
"All these things are important. People
wait on long lists,
To receive such
good dogs as you, the school folks insist."
The last drop of coffee had gone into
As Santa turned,
smiling at each wide eyed pup.
"The best gift of all is to give something
That's why there's
nothing for you all inside of my pack."
Draining his mug, Santa went to each pen,
And petted and
scratched each dog again and again.
"Now next year and many more years after
You all will
give gifts wherever you're at."
"You might lick a hand that's had a bad
Or notice a car
and step out of the way."
"You might help catch a crook or discover
Or just bring
some joy to a tired old man in a funny red suit."
"Your master will love you and treat you
In return, your
training and trust will always be there."
After the last dog had been petted and
Santa put away
the coffee pot and made ready to move.
Up the ladder he rose to the door high
With a smile
and a wave as he slipped on his gloves.
And all the dog ears were pricked as he
disappeared out of sight.
to all, and to all a Good Night!"
- Author Unknown
It's the day before Christmas and all through
The puppies are squeaking an old rubber
The wreath which had merrily hung on the
Is scattered in pieces all over the floor.
The stockings that hung in a neat little
Now boast a hole in each one of the toes.
The tree was subjected to bright-eyed
And now, although splendid, it's missing
I catch them and hold them, "Be good",
They lick me, then run off to see what
And now as I watch them the thought comes
That theirs is the spirit that Christmas
Should children and puppies yet show us
And teach us the joy that should come
with this day?
Could they bring the message that's written
And tell us that, most of all Christmas
- Author Unknown
The Night before Dogmas
By Carol Kufner
Twas the night before Dogmas when all through
Not an animal was stirring, not even the
The puppies were snuggled and tucked in
While visions of dog goodies danced in
Their stockings were hung by the dog bowls
In hope that Father Dogmas soon would
Out on the rooftop there arose such a
I knew Father Dogmas was having trouble
I jumped on the couch, stuck my nose to
"Here he is!", I barked. "It is
him, I'm certain."
What to my dark brown eyes should appear,
But Father Dogmas himself in his dogsled
He whined and he whimpered, but through
the doggie door he went,
Then stopped and smelled the air as he
picked up a scent.
The dog cookies we left him were by the
The puppies had baked them not an hour
He went about his work with never a sigh,
Filling the stockings with toys piled
He waved at me with his mighty paw.
Although I was hiding, 'twas my long nose
Out the doggie door he went in oh such
Jumped on his dogsled and yelled out,
The eight dog team were raring to go.
They hated 'stand stay', especially in
I could hear him howling as he disappeared
"Merry Dogmas to all! OK team, turn rrrrright!"
Tonight's my first night as a watchdog,
And here it is Christmas Eve.
The children are sleepin' all cozy upstairs,
While I'm guardin' the stockin's and tree.
What's THAT now . . . footsteps on the
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
bitin' his butt.
He howls and jumps back in his sleigh.
I scared his strange horses, they leap
in the air.
I've frightened the whole bunch away.
Now the house is all peaceful and quiet
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.
by Shel Silverstein
Dog's Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all
through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even
The stockings were hung by the chimney
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would
My dogs were nestled, all snug in "MY"
While visions of chewie toys danced in
I in my sweat pants and Dad in his sweater,
Had just settled down to read the Great
When up on the roof there arose such a
I sprang from my chair to see what was
Off to the window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the shutter and threw up the
The moon on the crest of the new fallen
Gave a luster of midday to the objects
And what to my wondering eyes did appear
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny
With a little old driver so lively and
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
With a sputter of ashes -- a flurry of
He slid down the chimney with all of his
My Dogs stood there so regal and proud,
Guarding their home with barks oh so loud.
St. Nick showed no fear and called them
He knew in his heart they were gentle
He brought out his list, checking it twice.
"Well, my beauties, all year you've been
I have in my bag toys and much more,
Just tell me what you pups really long
My dogs talked to each other -- much to
and turned to Santa with tears in their
"We have chewies and balls and ropes to
We are pampered and coddled and petted
But for Christmas, dear Santa, we have
but one care,
that all dogs be loved as much as we are.
We want no dog beaten, whipped or chained,
No dog abandoned, abused or maimed.
We want all dogs, no matter what size,
to see love reflected in their master's
St. Nick stopped for a moment to gather
"I have nothing to stop humans from being
All dogs are so beautiful and are such
Living only to be loved and give humans
This lesson I will try to teach
Then maybe your wish will be within my
St. Nick leaned over and kissed each beautiful
"Now you gentle giants, go off to bed.
Think good thoughts and dream good dreams
Of running and jumping and playing in
St. Nick turned to me, his face wet with
"Be proud of your babies, they are such
In an instant St. Nick disappeared in a
And I heard him chuckle as he ran on the
He jumped in his sleigh and to his team
gave a whistle,
and off he flew like the down on a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim as the drove out
"Merry Christmas to All and To All Dogs
a Good Life!"
The Night Before Dog-mas
By Claudine Gandolti
"Twas the night before Dog-mas when all
through the pound
Not a puppy was yelping or playing around;
Our leashes were hung, by our kennels
In hopes that St. Bernard would soon find
Chihuahuas were curled up, all snug in
While visions of doggie treats danced
in their heads;
Max in his collar, on somebody's lap,
Had tucked in his tail for a midwinter's
When outside the room there arose such
My ears perked right up to hear what was
Away to the window I jumped up with glee,
And barked at the shadows that were cast
by a tree.
The glow from the moon changed night into
And started me thinking,"woof woof time
When, what with my puppy-dog eyes did
But a splendid dog sled, led by doggies
With a regal furred driver commanding,
I yelped to the others,"That must be St.
More rapid than greyhounds our saviors
And we barked and we howled, and called
them by name:
"There's Duchess! There's King! Fat Chance,
and bare Buffy!
On Fido! On Scooter! On Rover and
Go by the red fire hydrant and run pass
Nothing can stop you, not even some fleas!"
As puppies at play chase after a stick,
and race to their masters
So lively and quick, so out in the field
his canines all flew,
Catching the frisbees, that St. Bernard
And then in an instant I heard at the
Scratching and clawing of each little paw.
As I pulled in my nose, and was turning
Through he door St. Bernard came in with
He was dressed all in fur, from his head
to his tail
His wood cask adorned with an icing of
A bag of chew toys he had brought in with
And his mouth was turned up into what
looked like grin.
His eyes how they twinkled! His ears flopped,
His coat shone like crystal, his nose like
His big floppy mouth was drawn up like
And the fur on his chin was as white as
The stump of a bone was held tight in
And his collar encircled his neck like
He had a large face and a furry, round
That bounced when he barked, like a bowl
full of jelly.
He was fluffy and plump, a big cuddly,
old pooch and
I laughed when I saw him and gave him a
A wink of his eye and a wag of his tail;
we knew right away
We'd have homes without fail. He howled
not a howl,
But went straight to his deed, and took
down our leashes
That soon we would need. He opened the
And families stood there, with children,
And much love to spare. He lept
to his sled,
to his team gave a call and away they
all flew as if chasing a ball.
But I heard him exclaim as he chewed on
"Happy Dog-mas to all and to all a good
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the crates
Not a Dalmatian was stirring
Not even for bait.
The puppies were nestled
All snug in their beds
While visions of biscuits
Danced in their heads
The stockings were hung
By the fireplace of stone
In hopes they'd be filled
With rawhide and bones
Ma in her nightshirt
And I in my robe
Had just settled down
By the ol' woodstove
When out on the lawn
There arose such a commotion
I sprang from my chair
To see why the dogs weren't
Away to the window
I ran like a deer
Tore open the shade
To see who was here
The moon on the top
Of the new fallen snow
Gave the luster of doghair
To the ground below.
And what do I see
To my started exclamation
But a miniature sleigh
And eight spotted dalmatians.
With a little 'ole handler
So poised and so sure
I knew in a moment
'Twould not be a bore
More rapid than beagles
His charges they came
And he whistled and shouted
And called them by name
Now Austin, now Blackjack
Now Chips and Josh P
On Morris and Fancy
On Lace and Indy
To the top of the doghouse
To the top of the wall
Now dash away, dash away
Dash away all
As the dry leaves that before
A running Dalmatian fly
Meet with an obstacle
Mount to the sky
So up to the housetop
The coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of choo-hooves
And St, Nicholas too.
And then in an instant
I heard on the roof
The scratching and digging
Of each spotted foot.
As I drew in my head
And was turning around
Down the chimney
St. Nicholas came with a
He was dressed all in fur
But had not a care
For his clothes were all
With black and white hair.
A bundle of toys
He had flung on his back
And he looked like a groomer
Just opening his pack.
His eyes how they twinkled
His dimples how merry
His cheeks were like roses
His nose like a cherry,
His small little mouth
Smile to greet all his pals
And the beard on his chin
Was as white as the dals.
He had a broad little face
And a round little tummy
That wriggled when he laughed
Like the tail of a puppy.
He was chubby and plump
A right jolly old boy
The dogs barked when they
Their eyes on the toys.
A wink of his eye
And a twist of his head
Soon told the dogs
They had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word
But went straight to his
And filled all the stockings
Then turned with a jerk.
And with a pat to each
Spotted dog's nose
Giving a nod
Up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh
To his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew
Like the down of a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim
As he drove out of sight
"Happy showing to all
And to all a good night."
© Karen Darling 1993