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Seven Days

Yes, it is the eleventh of December, as a matter of fact, however Hot Rod, my husband, has just gotten to the seventh day of Christmas. What's more, is that I'm amassing quite the cache of candy, more than I can eat or store. Sad news, huh? Don't cry for me! I can share and I have.


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 orns, 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 orns, four rein-dogs poopin', three chocolate Santas, two red poinsettias, and a glass pickle to hang in the tree. On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Seven cotton candies, six bags of kisses, five red heart orns, four rein-dogs poopin', three chocolate Santas, two red poinsettias, and a glass pickle to hang in the tree. 

You may notice that I've shortened the fifth day of Christmas from five red heart ornaments to five red heart orns.  Likewise, I have the seven days pared down to seven cotton candies when I really got seven bags of cotton candy fluff. Anything to make the song work.

I think there is something to this gifting that gets my husband in the mood...to keep on giving...to me. He's doled out minion tins, one empty and one full of...what else?...Candy!...a minion Christmas stocking, a tacky snowman mug, and a night gown to get snuggly in. And he insisted on hanging red and green Christmas garland from my in-room lift. Bah!

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