Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The 12 Days of Christmas, Version 1

On the first day of Christmas, my children gave to me: a gigantic apology.

On the second day of Christmas my children gave to me: two broken toes and a gigantic apology.

On the third day of Christmas my children gave to me: three carpet stains, two broken toes, and a gigantic apology.

On the fourth day of Christmas my children gave to me: four orange juice spills, three carpet stains, two broken toes, and a gigantic apology.

On the fifth day of Christmas my children gave to me: five sleepless nights! Four orange juice spills, three carpet stains, two broken toes, and a gigantic apology.

On the sixth day of Christmas my children gave to me: six broken windows, five sleepless nights! Four orange juice spills, three carpet stains, two broken toes, and a gigantic apology.

On the seventh day of Christmas my children gave to me: seven runny noses, six broken windows, five sleepless nights! Four orange juice spills, three carpet stains, two broken toes, and a gigantic apology.

On the eight day of Christmas my children gave to me: eight migraine headaches, seven runny noses, six broken windows, five sleepless nights! Four orange juice spills, three carpet stains, two broken toes, and a gigantic apology.

On the ninth day of Christmas my children gave to me: nine stopped up toilets, eight migraine headaches, seven runny noses, six broken windows, five sleepless nights! Four orange juice spills, three carpet stains, two broken toes, and a gigantic apology.

On the tenth day of Christmas my children gave to me: ten o'erflowed bathtubs, nine stopped up toilets, eight migraine headaches, seven runny noses, six broken windows, five sleepless nights! Four orange juice spills, three carpet stains, two broken toes, and a gigantic apology.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my children gave to me: eleven grass-stained pant knees, ten o'erflowed bathtubs, nine stopped up toilets, eight migraine headaches, seven runny noses, six broken windows, five sleepless nights! Four orange juice spills, three carpet stains, two broken toes, and a gigantic apology.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my children gave to me: enough fodder to fill a song twice this long.

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