At 4AM this morning,I came up with verse two, of"My dog gave me fleas for Christmas"......"It's his way to show he loves me thru and thru/My dog gave me fleas for Christmas,he said 'Tis better to give than receive,it's the LEAST I could do"/........But as I sit here by myself a-scratching,I realize my worst deep down fear/Though this song promotes much laughter/ I suspect here ever after/I'll be a-scratching until Christmas comes next year"........ Imagine being up half the night,writing THAT (see how my mind works??????)...