There’s Dancer, Prancer, Donner, and Blitzen – the Elves, Mrs. Santa Claus too,
who work hard all year – so Santa may bring – a wonderful Christmas to you.
A workshop up North there’s Rudolph and friends, white snow, and those presents they make,
a new friend this year – whom I’ll tell you about – the pup that they’re calling “Cupcake.”
A cute little thing – ’bout small as a flake – of the snow that’s falling up there,
she’s colored in white – a gray and a brown – so pretty it blends in her hair.
She just appeared – on Santa’s porch – cuddled up on a tattered snowshoe,
picked her up gently and laughed with a roar, “What shall I be doing with you?”
He took her inside – the elves jumped with glee – all made a whole lot of noise,
then looking at them – he said with a gleam – “Here’s someone to help with the toys.”
They taught her to hold her paw on the knots as ribbons were tied on the boxes,
she learned how to bring, as quick as a flash, the tails that went on the toy foxes.
She helped with the candy – she helped with the cakes – helped elves into bed every night,
she worked very hard, and really quite fast, could she not come on this Christmas flight?
Santa thought hard, the pros and the cons, this pup in his sleigh Christmas Eve,
‘twas never a problem, of where she would ride, she fit in Santa’s big sleeve.
Was really no reason – Santa decided – why Cupcake did not here belong,
he knew from the past – when men ventured out – their dog always followed along.
So off they left early – all packed to the seams – Mrs. Claus and the elves waved good-bye,
then quick as a wink – with Rudolph in front – off into the air they did fly.
Over roof tops and valleys – over cities and lanes – went sleigh packed so high with the toys,
excited was Cupcake – to leave all those gifts – moving softly to not make a noise.
The pup filled the stockings – and Santa the trees – working quickly with never a nod,
a dolly for sister – for mother a purse – for father that new fishing rod.
A quick bite of cookies – a sip of the milk – then back to the rooftops they’d go,
the same is then done – each house on the block – filling all as they stood in a row.
‘Twas early that morning they stuffed the last sock – quite tired were Santa and friend,
but neither felt sorry – though just kind of sad – one more ride now had come to an end.
But wait ’til next year, ’round old Christmas Eve, for Santa and Cupcake’ll be here,
fill all those stockings – and bring to those houses – the best of the holiday cheer.
So as you are going to bed Christmas Eve – placing cookies so special you make,
remember to leave, alongside the plate, a bone for that tiny “Cupcake.”