‘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. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When 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.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger 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, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
Merry Christmas from Big Fluffy Dog Rescue
Here’s hoping that every dog in 2012 finds a safe and happy home.
Meet Tobias, a 1 year old hound/Great Pyrenees mix. Tobias weighs in around 60 pounds and is a friendly, active and happy dog. Like all hounds, he is talkative and playful and needs lots of exercise. He has been in foster for four months without anyone wanting to adopt him. He is getting sad as his friends all go home, but he stays put endlessly passed over. His foster Mom loves him, but she knows he needs his very own forever home. Tobias is in New England currently. If you can make a home for this sweet boy, please email firstname.lastname@example.org. Every dog deserves a home for the holidays.
Meet Allison. This ten-year old girl came to rescue in early October as a puppy mill survivor. She arrived very underweight and a little timid, but a vet examination revealed that she had almost no teeth to speak of as someone had pulled most of them out. The vet thought that it was a home-done dental extraction given the look of her teeth. The vet said Allison had also had litter upon litter of puppies and had been bred as recently as six months before. At her age and in her condition, that’s outright cruelty. Despite all this, Allison is a happy and friendly girl. She loves to be petted and brushed and she enjoys her treats. She does fine with the minimal teeth she has. She is great with cats and kids. She is very food protective still which is unsurprising since she has had to compete for food for most of her life. Aside from that, she’s a doll. She is hoping to find a home that will love her and cherish her as she deserves to be. She is perfectly crate-trained and happy to spend her days lounging in front of the fireplace. If you are interested in adopting this doll, please email email@example.com.