At this time of the year, with its joyous commotion,
I can't help but get the most positive notion
That with all the shopping and planning and cooking,
There's something important we've been overlooking.
Santa Claus and his reindeer get all of the glory,
But there's certainly got to be more to the story,
On
his trip through the skies where no one has spied him
There must be a faithful old dog there beside him.
For Santa's the typical kind of a fellow,
So kind and so happy and merry and mellow,
Who'd not be contented without a companion
To take on his flight over mountain and canyon.
Santa's dog.. all a-quiver with anticipation
As he watches the signs of the great preparation.
His eager eyes shinning, his ears at attention,
awaiting the moment of thrilling ascension.
The reinders are harnessed, the pack overflowing,
Old Santa climbs in, and it's time they were going.
First, a dash to the pole (for the obvious reason),
Then into the sleigh for the ride of the season.
So Sing "Wuf" for the mistletoe, also the holly,
This is the season when barking is jolly,
And tails are a-waggin' and noses a-twitchin'--
There's so much excitement from parlor to kitchen.
Now, here is the secret--don't tell I've revealed it,
For dogs through the ages have neatly concealed it--
Every dog, on that night that we all love the best,
Leaves a bone by the tree for his annual guest.
from OCOTC Courier
