Chris the Christmas Dog
Chris the Christmas dog was a large black mutt
His inimitable spirit was planted down deep in his gut.
He was clever and fun, and we watched him with mirth.
Glad he was born on our dear Savior’s birth.
He was patient and kind, and he watched everyone.
Glad for anything good that happened, he was lots of fun.
Is that Chris the Christmas dog? Strangers would ask.
We did not take him in public without his mask.
For they would come running toward us with pens in hand.
Asking Chris to sign autographs, people all over our land.
His unique response to everyone was to give them a lick.
He was beloved by millions; this dog was incredibly slick!
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