Jolly Old Saint Nicholas,
lean your ear this way!
Don't you tell another dog
what I'm going to say:
Christmas Eve is coming soon;
now, you dear old man
Whisper what you'll bring to me;
tell me if you can.

Wirey dogs are oh so good,
when we're fast asleep
Down the chimney, broad and black,
with your pack you'll creep
All our stockings you will find
hanging in a row
Mine will be the shortest one,
you'll be sure to know

Ozzie wants a strong tug toy,
Scruffie wants a bone
Butchy wants big red ball,

One to call his own.

Now I think I'll leave to you
what to give the rest
Choose for me, dear Santa Claus;
you will know the best.


ps. cookies on the table in the living room
love gussie