Tonight's my first night as a watchdog,
And here it is Christmas Eve..
The children are sleeping' all cozy upstairs,
While I'm guarding' the stockin's and tree..
What's *that* now-footsteps on the rooftop?
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 scare his strange horses, they leap in the air..
I've frightened the whole bunch away..
Tis strange how women kneel in Church
And pray to God above.
Confess small sins and chant a praise,
And sing that he is loved.
While coats of soft furred things
Upon their shoulders lie.
Of timid things,
Of tortured things,
That took so long to die.