Twas the Night Before Christmas, The Shelter was Dark
This is a Christmas poem that was written shortly after the ban on pitbulls was placed in areas of the country. It doesn’t just apply to terriers though, it applies to everyone. I hope you’ll read and share it to remind others what their animals go through when abandoned.
The author is not credited because they wrote it anonymously. If you know who the author is, please let us know so we can credit them appropriately.
This is a wonderful poem that deserves recognition and may help open the eyes of those who would like to see this breed outlawed.
Twas the night before Christmas and the shelter is dark;
The whole place is silent, not even a bark.
The dogs are all locked in their pens for the night
The staff has gone home and turned out the light…
As I lay my head on the cold concrete floor;
I fondly recall the home I had before…
The family I loved who loved me right back,
We’d share everything from a secret to snack.
Things couldn’t be better at this time last year,
But that has all changed and now I am here.
I won’t see the tree, the lights or the snow;
I’m scared and alone, my spirits are low…
The others like me weren’t put up for adoption,
A new family and home, for us aren’t an option.
We’ve been locked up in cells as if we’re all crooks
We don’t deserve homes because of our looks.
Not Diesel, or Bingo or the young one named Percy,
Deserve to be loved nor shown any mercy.
While families celebrate holiday cheer,
I know in my heart that my end is near.
The vet will arrive, the lights will go on,
By the time you awake, we all will be gone.
A stranger will come and take me away,
I’ll never awake to see another day.
As I close my eyes, I’ll shed you a tear;
The fond memories I’ll always keep near.
The only thing I’ve ever asked of Santa Claus,
Is to stop all these unfair, ridiculous laws.
You said without me, your life was not full;
So why does it matter that I’m a “pit bull”?