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Twelve Days of Christmas (WhtDove's Challenge)
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Twelve Days of Christmas (WhtDove's Challenge) |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon 
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On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me One slightly wilted red rose in a mason jar. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Two hard-as-hockey puck biscuits with gravy, And one slightly wilted red rose in a mason jar. On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Three cups of really bad coffee, Two hard-as-hockey puck biscuits with gravy And one slightly wilted red rose in a mason jar. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Four economy size bottles of Nyquil, Three cups of really bad coffee, Two hard-as-hockey puck biscuits with gravy, And one slightly wilted red rose in a mason jar. On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Five pink horse pills, Four economy size bottles of Nyquil, Three cups of really bad coffee, Two hard-as-hockey puck biscuits with gravy, And one slightly wilted red rose in a mason jar. On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Six hours of remoteless soap operas, Five pink horse pills, Four economy size bottles of Nyquil, Three cups of really bad coffee, Two hard-as-hockey puck biscuits with gravy, And a slightly wilted red rose in a mason jar. On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Seven bills that came in the mail, Six hours of remoteless soap operas, Five pink horse pills, Four economy size bottles of Nyquil, Three cups of really bad coffee, Two hard-as-hockey puck biscuits with gravy, And a slightly wilted red rose in a mason jar. On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Eight burnt Pillsbury Christmas Cookies, Seven bills that came in the mail, Six hours of remoteless soap operas, Five pink horse pills, Four economy size bottles of Nyquil, Three cups of really bad coffee, Two hard-as-hockey puck biscuits with gravy, And a slightly wilted red rose in a mason jar. On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Nine fruitcakes he bought at the mall to send as gifts, Eight burnt Pillsbury Christmas Cookies, Seven bills that came in the mail, Six hours of remoteless soap operas, Five pink horse pills, Four economy size bottles of Nyquil, Three cups of really bad coffee, Two hard-as-hockey puck biscuits with gravy, And a slightly wilted red rose in a mason jar. On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Ten rolls of gift wrap(for the fruit cakes I guess), Nine fruitcakes he bought at the mall to send as gifts, Eight burnt Pillsbury Christmas Cookies, Seven bills that came in the mail, Six hours of remoteless soap operas, Five pink horse pills, Four economy size bottles of Nyquil, Three cups of really bad coffee, Two hard-as-hockey puck biscuits with gravy, And a slightly wilted red rose in a mason jar. On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Eleven dirty place settings..one got busted, Ten rolls of gift wrap(for the fruitcakes I guess), Nine fruitcakes he bought at the mall to send as gifts, Eight burnt Pillsbury Christmas Cookies, Seven bills that came in the mail, Six hours of remoteless soap operas, Five pink horse pills, Four economy size bottles of Nyquil, Three cups of really bad coffee, Two hard-as-hockey puck biscuits with gravy, And a slightly wilted red rose in a mason jar. On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Twelve kids with colds, at our Christmas party, Eleven dirty place settings...one got busted, Ten rolls of gift wrap (for the fruitcakes I guess), Nine fruitcakes he bought at the mall to send as gifts, Eight burnt Pillsbury Christmas Cookies, Seven bills that came in the mail, Six hours of remoteless soap operas, Five pink horse pills, Four economy size bottles of Nyquil, Three cups of really bad coffee, Two hard-as-hockey puck biscuits with gravy, And one slightly wilted but, nonetheless beautiful, red rose in a mason jar. Poetry~ Words falling on paper, painting a dream. Shawna R. Holder Boise, Idaho |
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Pepper Member Elite
since 1999-08-19
Posts 3079Southern Florida |
Too Cute WildChild!  A soul that writes from the heart and shares it, truly gives a gift extraordinaire! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Hillarious! I just love those burnt Pillsbury Christmas cookies...mmmmmmmmm...they're the best!  Denise |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Shawna LOLOL...them 4 economy bottles of Nyquil should come in handy with those 12 sick kids! Very good! I enjoyed this, and got a laugh! <*\\\>< Jesus is the reason for the season |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
Thanks to all of you.. Glad you enjoyed it. Poetry~ Words falling on paper, painting a dream. Shawna R. Holder Boise, Idaho |
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SeaDragon Junior Member
since 1999-12-11
Posts 11 |
I laughed. In such a fast and crazy world, it's nice to have the little things appreciated--like roses in mason jars. Your words fall on paper as brightly as petals. |
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