Christmas poem

My family was singing and still decorating;

Three dogs and three cats were anticipating

A glorious Christmas of new gifts, great treats;

The cats wanted catnip, the dogs wished for meats.

Excitement was building throughout the day

Our people were happy; we all got to play;

Gift wrapping, baking, smells of turkey and ham

I felt grateful to be "Home' as the loved dog I am

As night came and our warm beds awaited;

The excitement had built to a pitch unabated;

But we all went to bed for a short night of rest,

Knowing Christmas would bring us only the best.

I thought of my "brothers" and "sisters" outside-

Some starving and freezing with no place to hide;

No families to love them; no food; some in pain;

I knew that many would die in the cold and the rain.

I said a dog prayer for each unwanted stray

And asked Santa Paws to give them one special day

To let each of them know of real love and sharing,

A kind human touch and sweet, gentle caring.

A light filled the sky and glowed everywhere;

Someone from above had heard my prayer!

An angelic Presence came into my view

And said, "For one day, your wish will come true."

We got lots of attention and every need met

And gift certificates for our favorite vet.

In Fact, we had so much, we wanted to share;

So my folks called a rescue to check with them there;

They learned, to the shelter's surprise and delight,

Every animal's lack had been made all right

New beds, bowls of food, and toys everywhere

Someone must have come and spent the night there;

The infirm seemed younger; the sick were now well

And,  whatever had happened, no one could tell.

Without making a sound, with no one in sight,

A miracle had happened during the night!

Oh why can't it be like that every day

With every pet wanted and no such thing as a stray?

The spirit of Christmas is alive in each heart

Through loving and Giving we can all impart

The Christmas Spirit every day of the year

And make Miracles happen, like the one told of here.

"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened".    - Anatole France