Editor’s Note: This story first appeared in The Commerce Journal on Dec. 23, 1980, and 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 on Dec. 21, 1995. Today’s story is another “revision.” It was “written” by Mandy Chilton, 6, also a Papillon. Mandy sends her thanks to Clement C. Moore, author of the original poem, “The Night Before Christmas.”

WALKING INTO our den with a pencil resting on her right ear, Mandy quickly took over the conversation. “Dr. C., I had a dream about Christmas the other night, and I want to share my poetic writing with you. 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 in 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 with 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, Mandy,

And to all a good night.'"

Mandy 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.