The decorations were hung on the rigs with care,
In hopes that St. Nicolas soon would be there....
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The dogs were all rustled from their dogtrucks and beds,
while visions of new trails danced through their heads....
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The mushers in their antlers and bows and santa hats
had just settled their brains and harnessed up the packs....
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Photo courtesy of Rhonda O'Hearn
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When all of a sudden there arose such a clamor,
that Anthem craned his head to see what was the matter!
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Away to our rigs we flew like a flash,
and one even skidded into the gate with a crash. :)
The smell and the sight of the newfallen snow,
Gave a luster of beauty to the trail we all know.
When what to unsuspecting trail users did appear,
But some funny looking santas pulled by dogs, not reindeer!
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More rapid than eagles, those doggies they came,
As we whistled and shouted and called them by name:
Now Anthem! Now Tracker! Now Blizzard and Icy!
On Ginsing! On Taiga! On Timber and Hailee!
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To the top of the hill! To the end of the trail!
Now pull away, pull away, pull away all!
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They barked not a word, but went straight to their work,
and pulled up those hills with tight tugs and some jerks.
When they got to the top, to the team we gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
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But you could hear us exclaim, as we drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
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