T'was The Night Before Christmas: English bulldog / pit bull version
Tāwas 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 have 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
weād share everything from secrets to snacks.
Things couldnāt be better at this time last year,
but that has all changed, now I am here.
I wonāt see the tree, the lights, or the snow,
Iām scared and alone, my spirits are low.
The others like me werenāt put up for adoption,
a new family and home, for us arenāt an option.
Weāve been locked up in cells as if weāre all crooks,
we donāt 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,
Iāll never awake to see another day.
As I close my eyes, Iāll shed you a tear,
the fond memories I will always keep near.
The only thing Iāve 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 Iām a Pit Bull / english bulldog?
In my dream Santa shouts when heās finished his deed,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, REGARDLESS OF BREED!
Tāwas 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 have 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
weād share everything from secrets to snacks.
Things couldnāt be better at this time last year,
but that has all changed, now I am here.
I wonāt see the tree, the lights, or the snow,
Iām scared and alone, my spirits are low.
The others like me werenāt put up for adoption,
a new family and home, for us arenāt an option.
Weāve been locked up in cells as if weāre all crooks,
we donāt 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,
Iāll never awake to see another day.
As I close my eyes, Iāll shed you a tear,
the fond memories I will always keep near.
The only thing Iāve 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 Iām a Pit Bull / english bulldog?
In my dream Santa shouts when heās finished his deed,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, REGARDLESS OF BREED!
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that makes me sad 
