The 12 days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas,
my children gave to me,
A crap card they made at nursery

On the second day of Christmas,
my children gave to me,
Two non matching gloves,
And a crap card they made at nursery

On the third day of Christmas,
my children gave to me,
Three dry felt tip pens,
Two non matching gloves,
And a crap card they made at nursery

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me,
Four stinking turds,
Three dry felt tip pens,
Two non matching gloves,
And a crap card they made at nursery

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me,
Five ugly plastic things,
Four stinking turds,
Three dry felt tip pens,
Two non matching gloves,
And a crap card they made at nursery

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me,
Six tempers fraying,
Five ugly plastic things,
Four stinking turds,
Three dry felt tip pens,
Two non matching gloves,
And a crap card they made at nursery

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my children gave to me,
Seven secret selfies,
Six tempers fraying,
Five ugly plastic things,
Four stinking turds,
Three dry felt tip pens,
Two non matching gloves,
And a crap card they made at nursery

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me,
Eight o’clock bedtime milking,
Seven secret selfies,
Six tempers fraying,
Five ugly plastic things,
Four stinking turds,
Three dry felt tip pens,
Two non matching gloves,
And a crap card they made at nursery

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me,
Nine Morris Dances,
Eight o’clock bedtime milking,
Seven secret selfies,
Six tempers fraying,
Five ugly plastic things,
Four stinking turds,
Three dry felt tip pens,
Two non matching gloves,
And a crap card they made at nursery

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me,
Ten nights straight without sleeping,
Nine Morris Dances,
Eight o’clock bedtime milking,
Seven secret selfies,
Six tempers fraying,
Five ugly plastic things,
Four stinking turds,
Three dry felt tip pens,
Two non matching gloves,
And a crap card they made at nursery

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my children gave to me,
Eleven hours of piping,
Ten nights straight without sleeping,
Nine Morris Dances,
Eight o’clock bedtime milking,
Seven secret selfies,
Six tempers fraying,
Five ugly plastic things,
Four stinking turds,
Three dry felt tip pens,
Two non matching gloves,
And a crap card they made at nursery

 

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me,
Twelve trips when running,
Eleven hours of piping,
Ten nights straight without sleeping,
Nine Morris Dances,
Eight o’clock bedtime milking,
Seven secret selfies,
Six tempers fraying,
Five ugly plastic things,
Four stinking turds,
Three dry felt tip pens,
Two non matching gloves,
And a crap card they made at nursery