Humane Society: ‘A Visit from St. Nicholas’ | SavannahNow

December 23, 2016 - accent chair

It has been a holiday tradition to share this poem for several years — a staff and pets during a Humane Society for Greater Savannah wish we and your desired ones a sanctified holiday season!

’Twas a night before Christmas, and all by a house

Not a quadruped was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by a funnel with care

In hopes that St. Nicholas shortly would be there.

My dogs, they were nestled all cosy in my beds,

While visions of chewy toys danced in their heads.

When adult on a roof there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my chair to see what was a matter.

Off to a window we flew like a flash,

Tore open a shutter, threw adult a sash.

The moon on a design of a new depressed snow

Gave a dash of midday to objects below.

And what to my wondering eyes should appear

But a small sleigh and 8 small reindeer.

With a small aged motorist so sharp-witted and quick,

I knew in a impulse it contingency be St. Nick.

With a burn of remains and flurry of soot,

He slid down a funnel with all of his loot.

My changed dogs stood there, so royal and proud,

Guarding their home with their barks oh so loud.

St. Nick showed no fear, and he called them by name.

He knew in his heart they were peaceful and tame.

He brought out his list, began checking it twice.

“My beauties, we see that all year you’ve been nice.

“I have in my bag many toys and most more.

Please tell me, we puppies, what you’re yearning for.”

My dogs talked to any other — most to my warn —

And afterwards incited to Santa with tears in their eyes.

“We have chewies and balls and ropes to be tugged.

We are �lite and coddled and petted and hugged.

But for Christmas, dear Santa, we have though one care:

That all dogs be desired usually as most as we are.

“We wish no dog beaten, no dog churned or chained.

We wish no dog abused, deserted or maimed.

We wish that all dogs, no matter what size,

See loyal adore reflected in their masters’eyes.”

St. Nick paused for a impulse to accumulate his wits.

“I can't stop humans from being such twits.

All dogs are so pleasing and such a treasure.

They usually wish to be desired and to give humans pleasure.

“This is a splendid doctrine we will try to teach.

And maybe your wish will be within my reach.”

St. Nick afterwards incited to me, his face soppy with tears:

“Be unapproachable of your babies. They all are such dears.”

He planted a lick on any pleasing head:

“Now we peaceful giants, go right off to bed.

Think usually good thoughts, and dream usually good dreams

Of using and jumping and personification in streams.”

In an instant, St. Nick left in a poof,

And we listened him giggle aloud adult there on a roof.

He jumped in his sleigh, to his group gave a whistle,

And off he afterwards flew like a down on a thistle.

And we listened him exclaim as he gathering out of sight,

“Merry Christmas to all, and to dogs a good life!”

— by Richard Lederer, doctorate in linguistics, author of some-more than 30 books on language, story and humor, with interjection to Clement Clarke Moore.

We’ll be sealed Dec. 24 and 25. We’re anticipating to send all a pets home for a holidays. For all adoptable pets, we can name your possess adoption cost by 6 p.m. Dec. 23. We wish a adopting families will give generously, as we know there is no cost we could place on a adore of a family pet.

Michelle Thevenin is a executive executive of Humane Society for Greater Savannah. She can be reached by phone during 912-661-4136 or by email during

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