Santa comes quietly long before dawn
 While shops are still busy and lights are still on
 While dinners are simmering and kitchens are warm 
And children count presents they'll open by morn.
 He slips past the trees and windows aglow Through the gate to the back yard 
As icy winds blow 
To find the pup he brought last year 
Chained up in the snow 
And kneeling, he whispers, "Are you ready to go?"
 There are too many stops like this one tonight
 Before the beginning of his regular flight. 
He leaves not a note or footprint in sight just an unbuckled collar 
On a cold Christmas night.
by Pam Posey-Tanzey