Elvis’ White Christmas

Elvis’ version of you-know-what…

Bite Christmas

I’m dreaming of a bite Christmas
Just like the bones I used to knaw.
Where rawhide glistens
And Santa listens
To hear all the stuff I want.
I’m dreaming of a bite Christmas
With every kibble that I bite.
May your teeth be shiny and white
And may all your chew toys be in sight.