‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the States. 10,000 puppy mills were stirring about behind large gates;
The automatic feeders were hung on dirty wire without a care, In hopes that inspectors would soon not be there;
The dogs were crammed, all snug in small sheds; While visions of soft beds danced in their heads;
And mammas and daddies were in cages not too deep, Just wanted some warmth for a long winter’s sleep,
When out on the farm there arose such a clatter, They tried to spring from the cage to see what was the matter.
Away down the road they saw a quick flash, A car door opened and a team came out in a dash.
The smile on people gave them so much hope, That they didn’t mind when they started scrubbing them with soap.
A few days later in front of their wondering eyes did appear, But a team full of rescues to make their old life disappear.
With a little old driver so lively and quick, They knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than puppies the plans happened like a dream, And then they all realized they were just saved by the Puppy Mill Rescue Team!