Santa Paws is coming to town! So, with apologies to Clement C. Moore, we bring you “A Visit from Saint Pug”
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the flat
Not a creature was stirring, not even the cat;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Santa Paws soon would be there;
The puppies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of doggy-treats danced in their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled in for a long winter’s nap,
When out from the front 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 luster of Vegas to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should show up,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny cute pups,
With a little old driver, so cute and so snug,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Pug.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he woofed, and barked, and called them by name:
“Now, Fluffy! now, Fido! now, Digger and Lucky!
On, Baby! on, Badger! on, Bella and Blackie!
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 Santa Paws too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard up on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little pooch.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Santa Paws came with a bound.
He was covered in fur, from his nose to his foot,
And his paws 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 whiskers they twitched!
His tongue lapped and lolled and his nose gave a sniff!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the fur of his chin was as white as the snow;
A bit of a doggy treat he held tight in his teeth,
And the scent of it circled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he snorted, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was stumpy and plump, a right jolly old pug,
And I laughed when I saw him, and fell to the rug.
A wink of his eye and a shake of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He made not a sound, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And 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 bark,
And away they all flew off into the dark,
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”