With apologies to Clement Clark Moore...
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,
Not a keyboard was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the router with care,
In hopes that St. Nickolas soon would be there.
On the Sixth Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
- Six Geese a Laying.
- Five Gold Rings.
- Four Colly Birds.
- Three French Hens.
- Two Turtle Doves.
- And a Partridge in a Pear Tree.
On the Fifth Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
- Five Golden Rings
- Four Colly Birds
- Three French Hens
- Two Turtle Doves
- And a Partridge in a Pear Tree.
On the Fourth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me:
- Four Colly Birds
- Three French Hens
- Two Turtle Doves
- And a Partridge in a Pear Tree
Wait. What? Colly Birds? I thought it was "calling birds" and now, after hearing and singing and listening to this song for fifty something years I find out it is Colly Birds?
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
- Three French Hens
- Two Turtle Doves
- And a Partridge in a Pear Tree
French Hens would make a fairly good Christmas dinner and if there were three of them, you'd have quite the feast. Alive and pecking about the barnyard, these pretty chickens weigh in at about 9 pounds apiece. Dressed and stuffed for the roaster, they'd be the basis for a fine Christmas meal. Imagine giving three of them to your True Love every day for 10 days.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree.
Oh yes. Just what you always wanted. Doves. Turtle Doves, no less. And by the time Christmas is over, you'll have twenty-two of them―two for each of the eleven days left of Christmas. No, that isn't shopping days, as we have already discussed, because there are almost always just two shopping days left. If you don't get that, go look at yesterdays post.
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