Christmas Eve
Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 11:19 am
One Christmas Eve, a frenzied young man
ran into a pet shop looking for an unusual
Christmas gift for his wife. The shop owner
suggested a parrot, named Chet, which
could sing famous Christmas carols. This
seemed like the perfect gift. "How do I get
him to sing?" The young man asked,
excitedly. "Simply hold a lighted match
directly under his feet." was the shop
owner's reply.
The shop owner held a lighted match under
the parrot's left foot. Chet began to sing:
"Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! ..." The shop owner
then held another match under the parrot's
right foot. Then Chet's tune changed, and
the air was filled with: " Silent Night, Holy
Night..."
The young man was so impressed that he
paid the shop-keeper and ran home as
quickly as he could with Chet under his arm.
When the wife saw her gift she was
overwhelmed.
"How beautiful!" She exclaimed, "Can he
talk?" "No," the young man replied, "But he
can sing. Let me show you." So the young
man whipped out his lighter and placed it
under Chet's left foot, as the shop-keeper
had shown him, and Chet crooned: "Jingle
Bells! Jingle bells!..." The man then moved
the lighter to Chet's right foot, and out
came: "Silent Night, Holy night..."
The wife, her face filled with curiosity, then
asked, "What if we hold the lighter between
his legs?" The man did not know. "Let's try
it," he answered, eager to please his wife. So
they held the lighter between Chet's legs.
Chet twisted his face, cleared his throat, and
the little parrot sang out loudly like it was
the performance of his life: "Chet's nuts
roasting on an open fire...."
ran into a pet shop looking for an unusual
Christmas gift for his wife. The shop owner
suggested a parrot, named Chet, which
could sing famous Christmas carols. This
seemed like the perfect gift. "How do I get
him to sing?" The young man asked,
excitedly. "Simply hold a lighted match
directly under his feet." was the shop
owner's reply.
The shop owner held a lighted match under
the parrot's left foot. Chet began to sing:
"Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! ..." The shop owner
then held another match under the parrot's
right foot. Then Chet's tune changed, and
the air was filled with: " Silent Night, Holy
Night..."
The young man was so impressed that he
paid the shop-keeper and ran home as
quickly as he could with Chet under his arm.
When the wife saw her gift she was
overwhelmed.
"How beautiful!" She exclaimed, "Can he
talk?" "No," the young man replied, "But he
can sing. Let me show you." So the young
man whipped out his lighter and placed it
under Chet's left foot, as the shop-keeper
had shown him, and Chet crooned: "Jingle
Bells! Jingle bells!..." The man then moved
the lighter to Chet's right foot, and out
came: "Silent Night, Holy night..."
The wife, her face filled with curiosity, then
asked, "What if we hold the lighter between
his legs?" The man did not know. "Let's try
it," he answered, eager to please his wife. So
they held the lighter between Chet's legs.
Chet twisted his face, cleared his throat, and
the little parrot sang out loudly like it was
the performance of his life: "Chet's nuts
roasting on an open fire...."