Since USPS and UPS decided to stretch out how long my Christmas was this year, I thought I'd rewrite the 12 Days of Christmas to better fit what happened to me this year.
On the first day of Christmas (mid-December), Jill gave to me a box full of sweet-smelling soaps.
On the second day of Christmas (mid-December), my Secret Santa game to me a strange bobblehead and a Oregon State T-shirt.
On the third day of Christmas (Dec. 23), Drew gave to me a mix CD full of chick singer-songwriters.
On the fourth day of Christmas (Dec. 24), Milton gave to me two jazz CDs.
On the fifth day of Christmas (Dec. 25), my parents gave to me all my great-grandmother's crystal.
(Really, I have NO idea what to do with it.)
On the sixth day of Christmas (Dec. 27), my sister gave to me a hand-painted platter.
On the seventh day of Christmas (Dec. 29), Susan gave to me a Twilight ring.
On the eighth day of Christmas (Dec. 30), Mike gave to me two pink oven mitts.
On the ninth day of Christmas (Dec. 31), I gave to me two awesomely cool DVDs.
On the tenth day of Christmas (Jan. 2), my brother gave to me a bunch of homemade smelly stuff.
On the eleventh day of Christmas (Jan. 2), my sister-in-law gave to me a cool, handbeaded necklace.
On the twelfth day of Christmas (Jan. 6), my derelict sister gave to me a nice warm sweater (and some fuzzy socks).
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