12/24/2025
Twas the night before Christmas, the rescue was still,
But fifty-plus Bull Terriers dreamed with such will.
Curled into blankets, noses tucked tight,
They waited with hope through the long winter night.
Ivory and Marvin slept softly, side by side,
While Spud dreamed of laughter he’d feel deep inside.
Calvin lay peaceful, Turkey sighed low,
Just five hopeful hearts—so many more so.
They dreamed not of riches, nor glitter nor gold,
But hands that would hold them and homes for them to grow old.
Of voices that’d call them, of doors opening wide,
Of being someone’s joy, their reason, their pride.
The rescue stayed quiet, yet warmth filled the air,
For love was already alive in there.
Each wag, each soft sigh, each thump in the night,
Was faith that their futures were loving and bright.
So as Christmas draws near, hearts shining just right,
And stars glow with promise throughout the night,
That somewhere tonight, beneath stars shining bright, A Bull Terrier’s waiting turns to delight