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Five!

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, every where I go....And these days I usually go in my room. I got my favorite Christmas minion to decorate a bright spot, or two, in my room.

My in-room artwork, provided by Bailey Boushay House, sports battery-operated, white, micro-lights and my glass pickle, thanks to my minion. And, I have my tiny Christmas tree, prominently displayed on the countertop, right at my eyeline. To my left is the end table with my two poinsettias, my chocolate Santa suckers, Jelly Belly-poopin' rein-dogs, my Seahawks "12" Snowman (from my bestie, Rita), and my emperor penguin.

My favorite minion, a.k.a.Flhrod@comcast.net, a.k.a. Hot Rod, a.k.a. Rodney, also known as my husband, brought me another gift of five christmas tree ornaments. Thus, continuing the saga of Tina's Twelve Days of Christmas. 

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...A glass pickle to hang in the tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Two red poinsettias, and a glass pickle to hang in the tree. On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Three chocolate Santas, two red poinsettias, and a glass pickle to hang in the tree. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Four rein-dogs poopin', three chocolate Santas, two red poinsettias, and a glass pickle to hang in the tree. On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Five red heart ornaments, four rein-dogs poopin', three chocolate Santas, two red poinsettias, and a glass pickle to hang in the tree. 

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