?Editor’s Note: This column first appeared Dec. 23, 1980, in The Commerce Journal. It was “written” by Trey Chilton (1976-1988), a Maltese,  belonging to Dr. and Mrs. Stuart Chilton.  A “revision” by Precious Chilton (1988-2003), a Papillon, was published in The  Stephenville Empire-Tribune  December 21, 1995. Mandy Chilton (2003-2013), another Papillon, revised this column during her life. Today’s column is another  “revision,” and is “written” by Lacy Chilton, 6, also a Papillon. Lacy sends her sincere thanks to Clement C. Moore, author of the original poem, “The Night Before Christmas.”?

 ?Walking into the den and rubbing her sleepy eyes with her right paw, Lacy quickly took over the conversation?

 “Well, Dr. C., Christmas is finally here. I want to thank you for the present you gave me .I hope you like the gift I bought for you with my Dog Dollars.”  ?

 “Yes, Lacy,  I appreciate the pajamas – they are warm and comfortable.”?

 “Dr. C., did you hear any unusual noises outside last night around midnight?”

“No, I didn’t. Was I suppose to hear noises last night?”?

 “Aw, it wasn’t anything. I just had a dream, and I thought I was in the local dog pound. All of a sudden  Santa arrived with dogs and cats pulling his sleigh – not reindeers. The dogs were barking and the cats were meowing.?

 It caused me to get up  and quickly write a Christmas poem. I assume you would like to hear it; however, I must tell you it’s similar to Clement C. Moore’s classic Christmas poem.”?

 “By all means Lacy, read it to me. Since it explains your dream, you will have my complete attention.”     ?

 “Okay, here it is. I’ve entitled it, “The Night Before Christmas (In A Pound, That Is).”                                       ?

'Twas the night before Christmas,?

And all through the pound,

Not a kitten was stirring,

Not even a hound.

The pets were all bedded

In their comfortable bunks,            

With visions of sirloins

Cut into small chunks.

When out in the yard,

There arose such a noise,

The pets jumped into the air,

And lost all their poise.

‘Now Puppy, Bozo, Canine and Tuffy!

On Kitty, Tommy, Grumpy and Fluffy!

To the roof of the pound,

And over the fence.

Now dash away, dash away,

And don't be tense.

And then, in a twinkle, I heard from above,

Barking, meowing, and noises of love.

As I looked out my window and turned around,

Down came Santa Claus into the pound.

He spoke not a word,

And went right  to work,

Filling all the stockings

without  a jerk.

He returned to his sleigh, and gave a command,

‘Now Bozo and Fluffy you lead the band.’

And as they departed and moved out of sight,

He yelled back to me: 'Merry Christmas, Lacy,

And to all a  good night.’ "

Lacy Chilton, an occasional canine  journalist, lives in Stephenville.   

’TIL NEXT WEEK – “For there is born to you this day in the city of David a savior, who is Christ the Lord.” – Luke 2:11.

Dr. Stuart Chilton, a retired educator/journalist, lives in Stephenville