On a starlit path of moonbeam, where the softest heavens glow, There lies a bridge of colors that only kind hearts know. And every year, before his flight through rooftops far and wide, Santa makes a special stop on the Rainbow Bridge’s side. The air is filled with laughter, gentle paws and tiny wings, Whispers of remembered love that only Christmas brings. He’s greeted by the wagging tails, the purrs, the happy cheer— For all the pets who crossed the bridge know Santa’s coming near. He kneels a

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