John gets a Christmas parrot John decided to get his wife a Christmas present. Maybe a puppy. Walking in to the pet store, he searches for the right puppy. ""Excuse me sir, are you looking for a Christmas present?"" the clerk asked. ""Yes, I think she would like a puppy,"" John replies. ""Here,"" motioning towards the back of the store, ""we have a very special bird, Chet. He sings Christmas carols. See, light a match and hold it under his left foot."" The parrot begins to sing, ""Silent night, holy night."" Pulling the match away, ""And now his right foot."" The parrot sings, ""Dashing through the snow, in a one horse open sleigh."" ""Perfect,"" John exclaims. Molly was home as she hears John knocking on the door. Letting him in, John proudly smiles, ""His name is Chet. I got you a singing parrot!"" Raising a eyebrow, Molly stares at him. Placing the parrot on his stand, John lights a match. ""Listen to him sing when I hold the match under his left foot."" The parrot begins to sing again, ""Silent night, holy night."" Pulling the match away, ""And now his right foot."" The parrot sings, ""Dashing through the snow, in a one horse open sleigh."" ""Well, what do you think?"" Jon smiles. Molly stood quietly, ""What would happened if you hold the match, well, between his feet?"" Holding the match between his feet, the parrot squawks, ""CHET'S NUTS ROASTING ON AN OPEN FIRE!""