The dead rewrite Christmas songs now.

Okay.

So maybe I was dead after all. Seems plausible.

That’s settled then.

Until such time I want to torture you my dear (possibly imaginary) reader with my ‘woe is me’ pity party of the last *mumble* months my excuse is that I was dead.

Moving on swiftly before my excuse is thought about by anyone who has a degree in philosophy thus causing them to enter an inescapable reasoning loop for the rest of eternity (I risk losing a good third of my imaginary readership to this wretched trap).

The thing that has sparked me back to life like The Frankenstein’s monster’s ugly Stepsister is the direct result of the bulging lid I had been trying to keep on this whole ‘Christmas’ thing finally exploding off launching the children into Christmas song. The song was ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’ and we spent a good while in the car trying to remember all the words. This led to some artistic licence and in turn led to me writing up a new set of lyrics. I left out the Boys offering of ‘On the fourth day of Christmas my truelove gave to me, four Apricots.’ but I hope you like what I came up with.

*Note to any non UK imaginary readers, A and E is the Emergency room and Lurgy is general grotty illness normally sourced from snotty children*

 

 On the first day of Christmas my children gave to me

A trip to A and E


 On the second day of Christmas my children gave to me

Two siblings fighting

and a trip to A and E


On the third day of Christmas my children gave to me

Three weeks of lurgy

Two siblings fighting

and a trip to A and E


On the forth day of Christmas my children gave to me

Four bad excuses

Three weeks of lurgy

Two siblings fighting

and a trip to A and E


On the fifth day of Christmas my children gave to me

Five sleepless nights

Four bad excuses

Three weeks of lurgy

Two siblings fighting

and a trip to A and E


On the sixth day of Christmas my children gave to me

Six boys a bashing

Five sleepless nights

Four bad excuses

Three weeks of lurgy

Two siblings fighting

and a trip to A and E


On the Seventh day of Christmas my children gave to me

Seven girls a screeching

Six boys a bashing

Five sleepless nights

Four bad excuses

Three weeks of lurgy

Two siblings fighting

and a trip to A and E


On the Eighth day of Christmas my children gave to me

Eight doors a slamming

Seven girls a screeching

Six boys a bashing

Five sleepless nights

Four bad excuses

Three weeks of lurgy

Two siblings fighting

and a trip to A and E


On the ninth day of Christmas my children gave to me

Nine teachers letters

Eight doors a slamming

Seven girls a screeching

Six boys a bashing

Five sleepless nights

Four bad excuses

Three weeks of lurgy

Two siblings fighting

and a trip to A and E


On the tenth day of Christmas my children gave to me

Ten headaches humming

Nine teachers letters

Eight doors a slamming

Seven girls a screeching

Six boys a bashing

Five sleepless nights

Four bad excuses

Three weeks of lurgy

Two siblings fighting

and a trip to A and E


On the eleventh day of Christmas my children gave to me

Eleven toys a maiming

Ten headaches humming

Nine teachers letters

Eight doors a slamming

Seven girls a screeching

Six boys a bashing

Five sleepless nights

Four bad excuses

Three weeks of lurgy

Two siblings fighting

and a trip to A and E


On the twelfth day of Christmas my children gave to me

Twelve bottoms burping

Eleven toys a maiming

Ten headaches humming

Nine teachers letters

Eight doors a slamming

Seven girls a screeching

Six boys a bashing

Five sleepless nights

Four bad excuses

Three weeks of lurgy

Two siblings fighting

and a trip to A and E