Christmas Eve watchdog – what a good dog!
Tonight’s my first night as a watchdog,
And here it is Christmas Eve.
The children are sleeping all cozy upstairs,
While I’m guarding the stockings 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 robbing the house?
I’m barking, I’m growling, I’m biting his butt.
He howls and jumps back in his sleigh.
I scare his strange horses, they leap in the air,
I’ve frightened the whole bunch away.
Now the house is all peaceful and quiet again,
The stockings are safe as can be.
Won’t the kiddies be glad when they wake up tomorrow,
And see how I’ve guarded the tree?