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Santa landed on the wrong roof
When Santa landed on the roof,
with each reindeer, a planted hoof,
he knew that he had made a goof.
A dog went "Woof". A dog went "Woof".
He'd landed at a shelter near;
could not embark; he had some fear.
To the surface, he'd not adhere.
Was no good cheer. Was no good cheer.
The cats and dogs all gathered 'round;
thought that a home they'd finally found.
There was rejoicing at the pound
and lots of sound and lots of sound.
When Santa gazed at each sad face,
he knew that each one needed space,
where they could know some love and grace
and a home place and a home place.
So, Santa gathered up the strays,
all those that fell within his gaze,
into his sled without delays,
with eyes ablaze, with eyes ablaze.
"I promise each a loving home,
with food and pats and a fine comb
and beds to sleep on with fine foam.
No more to roam. No more to roam.
The shelter emptied out that night
and dogs and cats, they all took flight,
with Santa as their shining knight.
'Twas quite a site. 'Twas quite a site!
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