This is a poem written by a lady from North East Victoria.
I love it. It sums up the time of year rather well.

The Twelve Days of Christmas.


On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me
‘I’ve bought a big fresh turkey and a proper Christmas tree’

On the second day of Christmas much laughter could be hear
As we tucked in to our turkey, a most delicious bird.

On the third day of Christmas came the people from next door
The turkey tasted just as good as it had the day before.

On the fourth day of Christmas some wine and cheese we had.
We were bright and happy…the turkey, a bit sad.

On the fifth day of Christmas outside was hot as hell,
But we were cool as cucumbers and the turkey was as well.

On the sixth day of Christmas the festive spirit died.
The children fought and bickered as we ate the turkey fried.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love he did wince
When I sat him at the table and offered turkey mince.

On the eighth day of Christmas our doggie ran for shelter
When he saw the turkey pancakes and the glass of Alka-Seltzer.

On the ninth day of Christmas, by the ‘arvo’ dad was blotto
‘Cos he knew the bird was back again, this time in risotto.

On the tenth day of Christmas we were drinking homemade brew
As if that wasn’t bad enough, we all ate turkey stew.

On the eleventh day of Christmas the Christmas tree was moulting
And with chilli, soy and oyster sauce the turkey was revolting.

On the twelfth day of Christmas we all had smiles upon our lips!
The guests had gone, the turkey too and we sat down to fish and chips.

By Di Saines.