On the 4th day of Christmas dinner my true love reheated for me,
A plate of chunky Christmas goo.
The cinnamon rolls were all gone.
(Or possibly lost in the fridge because Kerri swears there were 17 and we’ve only eaten 13)
Kerri got out of bed and went all the way to the beach.
Which was surprisingly crowded for December.
And most of the gingerbread snowmen were beheaded.
