Mama's 13 Days of
Christmas
By Stephenie Freeman, 2006
On the first day of Christmas this Mama gave to thee, all her patience as the kids decorated the bottom of the tree.
On the second day of Christmas this Mama gave to thee, two hours waiting to see Santa and all her patience as the kids decorated the bottom of the tree.
On the third day of Christmas this Mama gave to thee, three homemade marshmallows for their cocoa, two hours waiting to see Santa, and all her patience as the kids decorated the bottom of the tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas this Mama gave to thee, four dozen iced snowman cookies, three homemade marshmallows for their cocoa, two hours waiting to see Santa, and all her patience as the kids decorated the bottom of the tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas this Mama gave to thee, five minutes in Time Out for whining, four dozen iced snowman cookies, three homemade marshmallows for their cocoa, two hours waiting to see Santa, and all her patience as the kids decorated the bottom of the tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas this Mama gave to thee, six stops searching for TMX Elmo, five minutes in Time Out for whining, four dozen iced snowman cookies, three homemade marshmallows for their cocoa, two hours waiting to see Santa, and all her patience as the kids decorated the bottom of the tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas this Mama gave to thee, watching seven classic episodes of Rudolph, six stops searching for TMX Elmo, five minutes in Time Out for whining, four dozen iced snowman cookies, three homemade marshmallows for their cocoa, two hours waiting to see Santa, and all her patience as the kids decorated the bottom of the tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas this Mama gave to thee, eight boxes of candy canes decorated like reindeer for the school party, watching seven classic episodes of Rudolph, six stops searching for TMX Elmo, five minutes in Time Out for whining, four dozen iced snowman cookies, three homemade marshmallows for their cocoa, two hours waiting to see Santa, and all her patience as the kids decorated the bottom of the tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas this Mama gave to thee, nine more trips to Target, eight boxes of candy canes decorated like reindeer for the school party, watching seven classic episodes of Rudolph, six stops searching for TMX Elmo, five minutes in Time Out for whining, four dozen iced snowman cookies, three homemade marshmallows for their cocoa, two hours waiting to see Santa, and all her patience as the kids decorated the bottom of the tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas this Mama gave to thee, ten wrapped packages to shake and break, nine more trips to Target, eight boxes of candy canes decorated like reindeer for the school party, watching seven classic episodes of Rudolph, six stops searching for TMX Elmo, five minutes in Time Out for whining, four dozen iced snowman cookies, three homemade marshmallows for their cocoa, two hours waiting to see Santa, and all her patience as the kids decorated the bottom of the tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas this Mama gave to thee, eleven empty bottles of Tylenol from her headaches, ten wrapped packages to shake and break, nine more trips to Target, eight boxes of candy canes decorated like reindeer for the school party, watching seven classic episodes of Rudolph, six stops searching for TMX Elmo, five minutes in Time Out for whining, four dozen iced snowman cookies, three homemade marshmallows for their cocoa, two hours waiting to see Santa, and all her patience as the kids decorated the bottom of the tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas this Mama needed an extra day to addressed Christmas cards, make presents for all the teachers, figure out what to buy her husband, join a gym after eating homemade marshmallows and iced snowman cookies, charge the video recorder for the Christmas plays, buy a TMX Elmo on Ebay and redecorate the bottom of the tree.
Copyright 2006, Stephenie B. Freeman
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My Friend At
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Excitement About
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