Abigail

Amy Brown-Mastiff Studios

My name is Abigail

        Sweet as can be

And I want to tell you

        About the day Santa left me

 

After last Christmas

        I heard Rudolph say

He no longer wanted to fly

        On the big day

 

Here was my chance

        My dream could come true

I could fly for Rudolph

        This I could do

 

I worked, and I worked

        The weights I did jerk

I did trim, I did tone

        I skipped every nice bone

 

 

The day finally arrived. 

         I was ready to go.

Alert and attentive

         At the first HO HO HO

 

Lined up with the reindeer

        Proud as could be

Decked in the costume

        The elves made for me

 

 Santa said with a smile

        Tender and sweet

I was a good girl  

        But I’d stay here on my feet

 

I pouted and begged

        I nuzzled his leg

 

But Santa stood firm

 

I had not a chance

         This move was

For reindeer to dance

 

Rudolph looked over

        A frown on his face

Disappointed that I

        Could not take his lead place

 

Santa knelt close

        With a pat and a hug

He said he was happy

        I’d caught the flight bug

 

I was sad as they left

        But my duty I knew

I watched over the elves

        And Mrs. Claus too

 

For twenty-four hours,

        I paced and protected

To anything bad

        I promptly rejected

 

The packages delivered

        The reindeer put up

Santa had something

        For his faithful good pup

 

He reached towards his bag

        And then I could see

A package inside

        It must be for me

 

From the bag came a box

        Wrapped in old burlap and leather

A great tasty treat

        To chomp in bad weather

       

With Mrs. Claus help

         I ripped it apart

It was then that I noticed

        Her hands clasped to her heart

 

With a jolly laugh in her voice

         I heard her proclaim

This was a collar for me

          For it bared my fair name

 

Santa spoke softly

        The time-honored decree

I listened intently

        The words were for me

 

Abigail, the mastiff,

        You’ve earned the right

To wear the Guardian collar

        Christmas Eve night

 

My position is clear

        I fly every year

My job is to guard Santa

        And eight prancing reindeer

 

Merry Christmas

Guardian Abigail

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