On the first day of Christmas,
my true love said to me,
"Let's run away and be free!"
On the second day of Christmas,
I agreed,
and we flew away on a motorcycle across country views...
On the third day of Christmas,
the wind was becoming strong,
and the snow in Wisconsin
made us catch a plane to other venues.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
Hawaii seemed perfect,
sandy beaches, balmy nights,
time alone.
The fifth day of Christmas,
five promises of rings to come!
Sixth day of Christmas,
swimming with dolphins I got a cramp,
but my true love rubbed it out, and took away the damp.
Seven days, perfection!
How could anything be better?
Until the families descended and
we wished we were alone again.
Eight days,
eight days of Christmas,
everyone was a wishing,
we had an island somewhere alone.
Nine days
swimming past Waiki,
some swans glided by me.
Ten days,
more lords a leaping,
took us on a new road trip...
past snow sites dripping,
polar bears dipping...
Alaska with Sarah lipping.
Eleven days,
drumming, piping, who can remember?
But on the twelth day...
the final day of Christmas,
I remember laying down in a sweet sleep,
after dancing all night by your side.
Merry Christmas! :thumb:
P.S. I might need to tweak this, guys. It was kind of a different look at the 12 Days too! If you want to offer constructive criticism that's fine, but try to be nice! watcher