12/25/2024
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town,
The Crisis Canines were ready, never wearing a frown.
The leashes were hung by the kennel with care,
In hopes that no crisis would soon fill the air.
The handlers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of wagging tails danced in their heads.
With vests at the ready and collars so bright,
They awaited the call that might come in the night.
When out in the dark there arose such a clatter,
The team sprang to action to see what was the matter.
Away to the scene they flew in a dash,
With paws and kind hearts, there was no time to clash.
The moon on the snow gave a comforting glow,
As the canines arrived to help sadness ebb low.
When what to their compassionate eyes did appear,
But a family in need, shedding many a tear.
With a wag of their tails, so gentle, so quick,
The Crisis Canines brought joy like St. Nick.
More soothing than words, more heartfelt than fame,
They calmed and they comforted, and they came when called by name:
"Now Max! Now Delta! Now Marshall and Rudy!
On Maverick! On Poppy! Let’s bring calmness about!"
To the side of the hurting, to the depth of the pain,
They stepped in with love, again and again.
Their fur soaked up tears, their eyes said it all,
“You’re never alone, we’ll answer the call.”
And as dawn broke through with the first morning light,
The canines retreated, their mission felt right.
But they heard them exclaim as they walked out of sight,
“Thank you, sweet heroes, for all you did tonight!”