Former Defenders of Wildlife Senior Northwest Representative Suzanne Asha Stone has rewritten what is in my opinion the greatest rendition of “Twas the Night Before Christmas” since its inception. It has become a revered part of my Christmas tradition, and I hope perhaps it will become a part of yours as well. I am grateful for her generosity in allowing me to repost her work. In his seventh year of my blog I am taking the liberty of changing a few things that were dated politically. But please know this: our wolves are still in great peril. Witness how they transformed Yellowstone National Park and know how very much we need our apex predators. Whatever your religion; whatever your race; wherever you may be: I implore you to care for our wolves as well as all of our planet’s wildlife, who remain in great peril. In my opinion they are God’s gifts to us to look after and they are a tremendous part of the world’s heritage. Happy Howlidays however you celebrate! And may God bless us one and all!
“The Wolves’ Night Before Christmas”
‘Twas the eve before Christmas And to Santa’s dismay Came such an ice storm The reindeer couldn’t budge his sleigh.
From the thick of the storm
O’er deep snow on big padded feet
Came eight silvery wolves
Ice and wind could not beat.
Santa’s mouth hung open for a blink
As the wolves lined up in front of his sleigh
Then he sputtered to the elves
“Well … let’s be on our way!”
Santa thanked each wolf
As the elves finished loading the last gift
Then he sprinkled them with fairy dust
Chuckling, “That’ll give you the lift.”
“They won’t believe this …”
He laughed, a merry twinkle in his eyes
Then the elves harnessed the wolves
And they took to the skies.
“On Lightfoot! On Blacktail! On Windswift! On Howler!
On GreenEyes! On MoonSong! On Hunter! On Prowler!”
The wolves’ eyes glowed as they leapt through the storm
Santa wished his own coat could keep him as warm.
‘Twas that eve before Christmas
Santa will always fondly remember
When wolves rescued his mission
That stormy December.
