The night before Christmas, a rescuer’s tale

The night before Christmas, a rescuer’s tale

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house
the puppies were running and jumping about
their toys were all over the floor, sofa and chairs
they even had toys laying on the stairs
The older dogs were just trying to sleep
but the little rug rats tugged at their feet.

I was doing my best to medicate, clean –up and feed
at the outside kennels, before I’d get some sleep
I knew the puppies had other plans
for sleeptime was not part of their cares
they wanted to chew, run, poop and dance
I hugged all the sick ones, the hurt and the scared
their memories still lingering from times of despair

When all of a sudden not a sound was heard
I stopped my cleaning and listened instead
How strange was to me not to hear the brats
what were they doing, not even the old ones were on their mats

Something strange must have happened and I ran to the road
Up the driveway came my pack, the young and the old
the lame and the weak, the thin ones and fat, the blind,
the deaf and even the cats

And what to my wandering eyes did appear,
but the whole pack comforting a little ones fears.
They’d gather around him, smelling and kissing,
leaning and talking in their doggy sounds,
tails all a wagging a friend had been found.

Where did you come from little one I said
There is no more room, there are no more beds
A home I can’t offer mine is just shreds
But I can give you hope, love and respect
I can share some food, a dry place instead
Here you’ll have friends, playmates and can learn
that not all the humans are evil dead

I can’t offer much just safety and love
and pray that the Lord will protect us from above
I sat on the stoop with my pack and this friend
the night before Christmas had a glorious end


A little one saved from the clutches of hell
but how long my Lord will I prevail
how long before men will try to hurt them again
how long can I continue this trend

Then the skies were filled with a song
a heavenly host told me how to be strong
fear not for the Lord knows your ways
fear not for God all wrong will stay
these are his creatures his love will abide
soon there will be a turn of the tide

And there on my stoop with the weak and the lame
the ill and the scared, the hungry and in pain
the young and the old, the blind and the deaf
we feared no more when the angels left
For God was with us and blessed are we
who follow the path of he who leads



Y. Torres
11/16/2010
10:30 am