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The Christmas Dog
By: Shel Silverstein
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What’s that
now—footsteps on the rooftop? |
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Could it be a cat or a mouse?
Who’s this down the chimney? |
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A thief with a beard—And a big sack for robbin’
the house? I’m barkin’, I’m growlin’, I’m bitin’ his butt.
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He howls and jumps back in his sleigh. I scare his strange horses, they leap
in the air.
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I’ve frightened the whole bunch away.
Now the house is all peaceful and quiet again.
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The stockin’s are safe as can be.
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Won’t the kiddies be glad when they
wake up tomorrow. And see how I’ve guarded the tree. |
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