‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Dogolas soon would be there; the animals were nestled all snug in their beds… 

Well, it looks like some of us may be stirring.

I see you two.

No peeking. Santa won’t come if you peek.

Yes, Zoe, you’re in your bed, but not asleep.

That’s better, Sam and Zoe, but I think you’re still awake.

Zoe, come on back to bed.

That’s better. I almost believe you’re asleep.

Mollie’s asleep.

I hope she’s not planning to try to snag Santa with those claws.

Now, finally, everyone is in bed and asleep. It’s easier these days with so few of them left with us.

Now, we wait for St. Dogolas.

He’s chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf. I’m sure we’ll see him, if I say so myself.

Will he come to our house before we sleep? Let’s be careful and quiet, not making a peep.

Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
What to my wondering eyes should appear,

A little old furkid, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Dog.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his leash was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Dog Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

… laying his paw aside of his nose,
And 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,
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“ … and to all a good night!”

We here on top of the mountain wish everyone a holiday filled with happiness, rainbows, sun dogs, pink clouds, friends, family, and good cheer.