On the first day of Christmas,My family sent to meA list of things for under the tree (The first sign of the approaching season, “just watch this advert mum” and “look at this catalogue, mum”. ) On the second day of Christmas, My family sent to me Two oven gloves (For all the cooking that’s going to be done over the next few weeks)And a list of things for under the tree
On the third day of Christmas,
My family sent to me
socks, large men’s, (Bigger, the better to be stuffed with presents)Two oven glovesAnd a list of things for under the tree
On the fourth day of Christmas,
My family sent to me
Four calling cards (Left by delivery people when I wasn’t in so I have to phone to arrange another day for whatever essential gift to be delivered)Socks, large men’s,Two oven glovesAnd a list of things for under the tree
On the fifth day of Christmas,
My family sent to meFive old things, (mysterious, crumpled and found at the bottom of the decorations box once we finally remembered where we put it in January.)Four calling cardsSocks, large men’sTwo oven glovesAnd a list of things for under the tree
On the sixth day of Christmas,
My family sent to me
Six bills for paying, (if we get away with six, it’ll be a miracle)
Five old things,
Four calling cardsSocks, large men’sTwo oven glovesAnd a list of things for under the tree
On the seventh day of Christmas,
My family sent to me
Seven songs we’re singing (you know the ones, in all the shops “I wish it could be, have yourself, stop the cavalry, let it snow, I saw mommy kissing...)Six bills for payingFive old things,
Four calling cardsSocks, large men’sTwo oven glovesAnd a list of things for under the tree
On the eighth day of Christmas,
My family sent to me
Eight children sulking (I know it’s Christmas, but you can’t have it/do it/eat it/stay up to see it)Seven songs we’re singing
Six bills for payingFive old things,
Four calling cardsSocks, large men’sTwo oven glovesAnd a list of things for under the tree
On the ninth day of Christmas,
My family sent to me
Nine hours of dancing, (well it was the office party)Eight children sulking
Seven songs we’re singing
Six bills for payingFive old things,
Four calling cardsSocks, large men’sTwo oven glovesAnd a list of things for under the tree
On the tenth day of Christmas,
My family sent to me
Ten toys a-beeping, (every flipping single one will make an annoying noise)
Nine hours of dancing,
Eight children sulking
Seven songs we’re singing
Six bills for payingFive old things,
Four calling cardsSocks, large men’sTwo oven glovesAnd a list of things for under the tree
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My family sent to me
Ten toys a-beeping,
Nine hours of dancing,
Eight children sulking
Seven songs we’re singing
Six bills for payingFive old things,
Four calling cardsSocks, large men’sTwo oven glovesAnd a list of things for under the tree
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My family sent to me
Twelve people coming (how are we going to fit them around the table for turkey?),
Eleven days of wiping,
Ten toys a-beeping,
Nine hours of dancing,
Eight children sulking
Seven songs we’re singing
Six bills for payingFive old things,
Four calling cardsSocks, large men’sTwo oven glovesAnd a list of things for under the tree
This is part of a piece I wrote for the Christmas edition of Clyde LIfe which you can read on line.
And in a spooky twist of blogging fate, unbeknownst to me, my sister was writing her version over in Edinburgh - The Twelve Days of Christmas at Barnton Pharmacy.
