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2Back to the important things in life, fun and presents. On the sixth day of Christmas... What do mean it's not the sixth? Oh yeah, we are giving my husband a mulligan. He thought it was a good idea to give his true love, six slices of white bread. 😼

Yes, I know, I know I married him. That is just the way he rolls. As he said, I'm just a dumb tinner and YOU married me! I remember marrying a sexy cowboy-type who rode a sexy, black, iron horse. I guess we know where my head was at.

On with 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. On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Six bags of kisses, 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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