In the quiet days before Christmas, When the North Pole’s still and bright, Santa takes a secret journey On a snowy, stardust night. Beyond the moon’s soft silver glow, Past heaven’s lanterned ridge, There’s a meadow filled with magic— It’s the Rainbow Bridge. The moment Santa steps upon That field of colors wide, A thousand wagging tails appear, With joy he cannot hide. Old friends leap into his arms, With purrs and gentle paws, For Santa loves the animals— He always makes a pause. He whispers