On the first day of Christmas
The Lord gave me a gift being a blessing to write

On the second day still inspired that went into the night

On the third day, I didn’t take the gift light

On the fourth day, continued to write with no plight

On the fifth day, joy all the way

On the sixth day, we had a snowstorm, and got out my sleigh

On the seventh day, fun being travel in a getaway

On the eighth day, thankful in every way

On the nineth day, rest and sleep

On the tenth day, dreaming of sheep

On the eleventh day, surrounded by family and friends

On the twelve day, the holiday slowly wined down, and came to an end