T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring; neither man, mal, nor mouse
The stockings that hung by the chimney with care,
were empty of treats and covered in hair
The mals tuckered out, with Christmas ahead.
Our sweet little pack won’t share the bed.
Maya in her kerchief and Tova in a cap,
had long since nestled for a winter’s night nap.
With treats dancing aplenty, filling Tova’s head.
With sweet little Maya, it was chickens, instead.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter.
The pack jumped from the bed to see what was the matter.
Straight to the window they ran in a dash,
tearing through drapes; ripping up sash.
Behold in the yard, he really did appear.
It was Santa and his sled with eight mighty reindeer.
Straight to the roof, in a blink of an eye,
with sack full of goodies Santa could really fly.
Straight down the chimney with such grace and ease.
Watching Santa work brings shivers to knees.
He filled stockings brim; left presents for all..
With amazement we watched from deep down the hall.
He spoke not a word performing his work
But with a yip from the mals he turned with a jerk.
With a twinkle in his eye Santa could clearly see.
In all the excitement the malamutes got free.
With a vim and a vigor; paws stomping floor,
Maya after Santa. Tova through the door.
There was poor Santa, filled with such fright.
Maya’s mohawk ablaze as she leaps into the light.
But with an open hand and with a voice so sweet,
Maya simply calmed and collapsed at his feet..
And in a moment so perfect at the heart strings it tugs.
Santa knelt to her side and gave sweet belly rubs.
But in a flash of a thought Santa still had fear.
Where was Tova? What of his reindeer?
When we ran outside another wonder our eyes did see.
The scared little reindeer were up in the tree.
“Oh Dasher”, “Oh Dancer” A laughing Santa cried;
while the mighty Tova pranced around in pride.
As the cold winter skies sprinkled new snow.
We hugged Santa hard. It was time for him to go.
We Wooo’d with exclaim as he drove out of sight.
“Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night”.
**Written by Steve Fontenot, TAMR volunteer - Dec. 2008. Please request permission to re-use.**
