A Christmas Poem

Christmas Eve, twenty-ten, was soggy and  wet.
We were up late, but no Sandy Paws yet.


'I thought he'd be here by now!' Daisy cried.
'It's way after one,' Kendra sadly replied.


'I was hoping for treats, I've been good all year.'
'Me, too', said the others hoping Sandy could hear.


But scanning the sky they could only see cloud.
'I hope he remembers us', Bella said out loud.


The rain poured heavily and pounded the roof.
No way could they hear a reindeer hoof.


'Looks like we're forgotten this year--it's too wet.
It's raining too hard for Sandy, I bet.'


So the sad, little scotties went off to bed,
When a strange, whirring sound could be heard overhead.


They ran to the window and what did they spy?
Something shiny and silver hovering up in the sky.


Daisy screwed up her face and squinted her eyes.
'It looks like a spaceship', she said in surprise.

Then suddenly in the lounge room appeared,
A small, green fellow with big eyes and no beard.


It was Alien, my friends, he was helping Saint Nick
Whose sleigh was stuck in mud too thick.


Alien'd told the old man, as he picked a bag up,
I'll deliver this stuff to every good pup.


Sandy held  a paper clutched tight in his fist,
And Alien reached out for the important list.

Then away he flew in his super space ship
With turbo reindeer--just right for this trip.


He criss-crossed the skies to deliver his load
Making stops at each house along every road.


He'd promised to visit all of the streets
To leave the good animals toys and treats.

He was a bit behind schedule in this wild Christmas race,
By the time he arrived at the scotties' place.


Explaining what happened, he sent them to bed.
Then filled up their stockings with presents, and fled.


As they drifted to sleep for the rest of that night.
They heard him yell out, 'Merry Christmas! Sleep Tight!'