Christmas Dog

by Shel Silverstein Tonight’s my first night as a watchdog,And here it is Christmas Eve.The children are sleepin’ all cozy upstairs,While I’m guardin’ the stockin’s and tree.What’s that now--footsteps on the rooftop?Could it be a cat or a mouse?Who’s this down the chimney?A thief with a beard--And a big sack for robbin’ the house?I’m barkin’ I’m growlin’ I’m bittin’ his butt.He howls and jumps