On the first day of Christmas, my children gave to me- a toy that i fell on, hurt my knee.
On the second day of Christmas, my children gave to me-two baskets of laundry.
On the third day of Christmas, my children gave to me- three sleepless nights.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my children gave to me- four dirty cereal bowls.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my children gave to me- five straight days of whining.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my children gave to me- six years of laughter.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my children gave to me- seven bedtime meltdowns.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my children gave to me- eight broken dishes.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my children gave to me- nine good morning kisses.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my children gave to me- ten "I love you, mommy"s.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my children gave to me- eleven good night hugs.
On the twelth day of Christmas, my children gave to me- twelve months of pure bliss.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
By the way, i do expect you all to sing this as you read it, as I had to sing it while writing! And I did take liberties with the two baskets of laundry, in reality, it is closer to ten.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't sing it because your nephew is addicted to the really old Popeye cartoons and "When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again" is playing in the background for the ELEVENTY-THOUSANDTH time this morning.
ReplyDeleteIt's still cute as a plain ol' poem though - no music necessary!
Clever! :) Loved it!
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