December 21, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
On the first day of Christmas, my children gave to me…
squabbling over arranging the nativity!
On the second day of Christmas, my children gave to me…
two class parties to bake for,
and squabbling over arranging the nativity!
On the third day of Christmas, my children gave to me…
three tons of “craft” debris,
two class parties to bake for,
and squabbling over arranging the nativity!
On the fourth day of Christmas, my children gave to me…
four inches of snow (tracked inside),
three tons of “craft” debris,
two class parties to bake for,
and squabbling over arranging the nativity!
On the fifth day of Christmas, my children gave to me…
five sugar highs!
Four inches of snow (tracked inside),
three tons of “craft” debris,
two class parties to bake for,
and squabbling over arranging the nativity!
On the sixth day of Christmas, my children gave to me…
six hours soothing croup,
five sugar highs!
Four inches of snow (tracked inside),
three tons of “craft” debris,
two class parties to bake for,
and squabbling over arranging the nativity!
On the seventh day of Christmas, my children gave to me…
seven whines for more juice,
six hours tending to croup,
five sugar highs!
Four inches of snow (tracked inside),
three tons of “craft” debris,
two class parties to bake for,
and squabbling over arranging the nativity!
On the eighth day of Christmas, my children gave to me…
eight hours watching Noggin,
seven whines for more juice,
six hours tending to croup,
five sugar highs!
Four inches of snow (tracked inside),
three tons of “craft” debris,
two class parties to bake for,
and squabbling over arranging the nativity!
On the ninth day of Christmas, my children gave to me…
nine demands for teacher gifts,
eight hours watching Noggin,
seven whines for more juice,
six hours tending to croup,
five sugar highs!
Four inches of snow (tracked inside),
three tons of “craft” debris,
two class parties to bake for,
and squabbling over arranging the nativity!
On the tenth day of Christmas, my children gave to me…
ten doses of medicine,
nine demands for teacher gifts,
eight hours watching Noggin,
seven whines for more juice,
six hours tending to croup,
five sugar highs!
Four inches of snow (tracked inside),
three tons of “craft” debris,
two class parties to bake for,
and squabbling over arranging the nativity!
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my children gave to me…
eleven temper tantrums,
ten doses of medicine,
nine demands for teacher gifts,
eight hours watching Noggin,
seven whines for more juice,
six hours tending to croup,
five sugar highs!
Four inches of snow (tracked inside),
three tons of “craft” debris,
two class parties to bake for,
and squabbling over arranging the nativity!
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my children gave to me…
Twelve seconds of joy,
eleven temper tantrums,
ten doses of medicine,
nine demands for teacher gifts,
eight hours watching Noggin,
seven whines for more juice,
six hours tending to croup,
five sugar highs!
Four inches of snow (tracked inside),
three tons of “craft” debris,
two class parties to bake for,
and squabbling over arranging the nativity!
December 21st, 2004 at 10:22 am
Eight hours watching Noggin.
You have no idea how much I empathise. If I have to watch that damn Franklin Christmas movie ONE more time, I’m going to put our tree right through the TV. Not even close to kidding.
December 21st, 2004 at 10:26 am
Brilliant! And too funny!!!
December 21st, 2004 at 10:34 am
Sorry…just like the song, I fast-forwarded to the 12th Day and got all the info. that I needed!
I’d like to see you do “‘Twas the night Before Christmas.” Are you up for it?
December 21st, 2004 at 10:56 am
Very funny and creative.
December 21st, 2004 at 11:06 am
Can I be you when I’m a mom?
Cos then I’d be the coolest mom EVER.
December 21st, 2004 at 12:06 pm
C’mon, it was more than twelve seconds.
Wasn’t it?
December 21st, 2004 at 1:19 pm
Hahahaha! Oh, how I feel your pain, sistah. I’ve got two sickies and one thinking on it real hard-like.
Brilliantly done. Tra la la!
December 21st, 2004 at 2:26 pm
How cool. I second that you should do “Twas the night before Christmas.”