The Days of Christmas Wendy Ann Greenhalgh
On the frst day of Christmas my true love said to me, What do you want for Christmas then? On the second day of Christmas my true love said to me, Coz the shops are getting really crowded and you know how I hate it. On the third day of Christmas my true love said to me, Even a hint would be good. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love said to me, I’m not a bloody mind reader you know. On the ffth day of Christmas my true love said to me, Alright, I’ll use my imagination then, shall I? On the sixth day of Christmas my true love said to me, Perfume? On the seventh day of Christmas my true love said to me, Underwear? On the eighth day of Christmas my true love said to me, Okay, I’m going out, I may be sometime. On the ninth day of Christmas my true love said to me, No, not going to tell you. On the tenth day of Christmas my true love said to me, Absolutely no hints. Not one. On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love said to me, Ok, it was the only thing you really needed … On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love said to me, I love you.