A DOG FOR CHRISTMAS
"What do you want for Christmas son"
Dad asked the other day,
I thought he meant that I could have,
Just anything I'd say,
"I'd like a dog with big brown eyes,
With long and curly ears,
You see a feller needs a pal,
In these our growing years"
My Mom looked shocked; and shook her head,
And Dad just looked and frowned,
"They have some awfully cute ones; Dad,
Down at the City Pound"
You'd think I'd asked for half the world,
The way Dad says to me,
"Why son, we've got too many now",
But I've only got just three.
