'Twis the night before Christmas, when all through our house
after killing her mouse,
Her stocking was placed by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
Skye was all nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of raw hides danced in her head;
Skye was ringing her bell telling me it was time to go outside!!!!
Now, Dasher! Now Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
Skye did get to meet Rudolph and they talked for awhile.