Tonight's my first night
as a watchdog,
And here it is Christmas
Eve.
The children are
sleeping all cozy upstairs,
While I'm guardin' the
stockin's and tree.
What's that
now---footsteps on the rooftop?
Could it be a cat or a
mouse?
Who's this down the
chimney?
I'm barkin', I'm
growlin', I'm bitin' 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 stockin's are safe
as can be.
Won't the kiddies be
glad when they wake up tomorrow
And see how I've guarded
the tree.
