He's gone.....

Last night another night as a watchdog,

And it was Christmas Eve.

The people are sleeping all cosy in bed

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 robin the house?

I’m barking I’m growling I’m bitting 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 Guv be glad when he wakes up tomorrow

And see how I’ve guarded the tree.