It was around seven on last Christmas Eve
When I came upon a sight that my heart sad surely did leave:
Out on the street corner in the cold, trampled snow
There sat a poor pooch, forlorn and alone.
He was woeful and skinny, you could count each of his bones
And tell at first glance that he did not have a home.
He sat there and huddled as the people passed by
And as I approached him, I could hear how he sighed.
"Well, that ain't no way to spend Christmas," I thought.
Quickly my mind for a solution now sought.
What was I to do when my flat was so small
That fit there just me and my bed and that's all?
As I pondered my options, of one thing I was sure:
That out on the street he must live now no more.
So I took the silk ribbon that was holding my hair
And knelt next to him saying he had nothing to fear.
Gently I tied it around the pup's neck
And happily noticed he wasn't afraid, not a speck.
He turned as he watched me with two twinkling eyes
That seemed to reflect all the stars in the sky.
I gave him a hug and felt his tiny heart race
As his tongue pulled shyly over my face,
The wag of his tail told me clearly that this
Was what the poor pooch considered a kiss.
Though speechless, his eyes said "It's now me and you.
We now have each other." And that's when I knew
That he was my present, the best ever I got,
And part from him now I simply could not.
So home did we go, where a bath and a meal
Brought forth the most beautiful dog I had seen.
His head in my lap, we watched the candle flame burn
And I thought of the valuable lesson I'd learned:
It does not matter if your home is teeny or grand
Or whether you feel you own just your two hands,
No matter if in your pocket there's a penny or pound
As long as there's plenty of love to be found.
So needless to tell that the pooch I did keep
And smiled oh so happily as I drifted to sleep.