the puppies were nestled
all eight in a bed
with visions of raw meat
up in their head
down through the chimney
white paws and a tale
was the ridgeback Satcha Claus
dragging a pail
all full of jiblets and giblets and cream
the puppies were hungry
they started to scream
on beef heart, on chicken
on emu, on tripe
raw meat to all
and to all a goodnight