Twas the night before christmas, i had no idea
Except from the children that'd walk by and sneer
My rag lay before me, all wrapped up in it
Was the thing that i treasured, my beautiful flit.
Four legged and panting, she was my saviour
With me through winter as ever an angel.
The cold winds blew, and i pulled her tight.
She gave a small yelp, i gave her a fright.
She looked up to my eyes, black and cold, but full of love.
I whispered "i love you" and took off my glove.
Placed it on her nose, to keep it from freezing
Like the ice on my guitar,  as cold winds were breezing.
Wrapped the blanket, round flitz nice and tight.
Then settled in, for a cold hard night.

I woke to more silence, a cold brittle day.
Looked down to see, a sad empty glaze.
No yelping, no panting, not even a stir.
She was gone from this world, my only treasure.
So as you sit inside, warm and wrapped up.
Think of me, and my poor pup.