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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.
On the 3rd Day of Christmas Dinner my true love reheated for me
A pan of leftover Christmas chunks.
Kerri refused to get out of bed.
Who ate all the strudel?
And I think the gingerbread snowmen must be melting.
On the second day of Christmas dinner my true love reheated for me
One mass of turkey flavoured goo.
Thirty five minutes of bells a ringing
Thirty degrees warmer than Edmonton
Seventy two palm trees
One strange baby eating monster
Ten flying birds
And a slightly smaller mound of gingerbread snowmen.
On the first day of Christmas dinner my true love made for me:
One sixteen pound turkey.
One batch of strudel
Mashed potatoes and carrots
One improvised rolling pin
Sixteen gingerbread snowmen
Seventeen gooey cinnamon buns.
And a bucket of gravy all for me!
