A little of ‘The 12 Days of Christmas’ goes a long way.
Why didn’t anyone think to stop at half a dozen?
Or at those slow golden rings? The song stalls there anyway.
Plus, most of those gifts are utter nonsense. If my true love gave me any of that crap he’d be gone before we got to three French hens.
And what the hell is anyone going to do with eight maids-a-milking? I don’t drink that much milk in a year.
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