The Twelve Days Of Christmas - Poem by Mark Ruiz
On the First Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me;
A present wrapped in Ribbons Bright.
But a present not that screams the blame,
Something worth decorating lush,
Born not of pity, spite, or shame,
But of a feeling not worth of hush.
On the Second Day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Two Bottles Filled.
The finest bottles, finest cider,
Never lukewarm, but still a chill.
Serve with friends and pull all nighters,
Stay out all night and stand in the still.
On the Third Day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Not the candles found among the town,
But candles crafted in the heart.
Candles grand, they the tables crown.
Burn so bright when we are not apart.
On the Fourth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Four Chocolate Gifts.
Baskets, boxes, in little bags too.
Sometimes hidden; we never know.
Sweet sensations in this box tue.
Sweet treat for you...'neath the mistletoe.
On the Fifth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Five Little Bells.
Little chimes that ring so clearly.
A ding-dong merrily on high.
Chimes I'll hold to me so dearly,
Until the day I do indeed die.
On the Sixth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Six Cards a Merry.
Cards that flourish with snowflake and tree,
Reds and blues and purples and greens.
Gifts and Chris Cringle that I see,
Christmas spirit in card form it gleams.
On the Seventh Day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Seven Simple Small Toys.
Not the latest, greatest new fad thing,
But classic, modern, Christmas toys.
Nutcrackers and Angels thats sing.
Simple trinkets that bring joy to boys.
On the Eighth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Eight Caramel Delights.
Treats with glimmer with sugar sweetness.
Wrapped in foil, tinseled silver.
Treasured treats bring smiles to my miss,
Cover her with gifts 'till forever.
On the Ninth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Nine Special Minutes.
Nothing boring yet nothing extreme,
Time to hug, to cuddle, to hold.
Nine minutes is not what it means.
Time together be it warm or cold.
On the Tenth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Ten Christmas Decor.
Trinkets here of the spirit jolly.
Chestnuts roasting, reindeers flying.
Nutcrackers, Jack Frost such folly.
Santa hats, even snowballs trying.
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Eleven a hazelnut.
Tiny nutty and 'er so lasting,
Christmas treats and time as it flies.
Leaves plenty shells, time reminding,
Of her smile and color of her eyes.
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
Twelve months rememberance.
A year has passed of our embracing.
Stories of what dreams are made of.
Her I give laughter while I sing,
To me twelve months of the girl I love.
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