A Polite Thank You Letter For Twelve Days Of Christmas And A Pragmatic One

My Darling,

What a lovely and interesting twelve days it has been! I had to take the partridge out of the pear tree because I thought he looked a little silly there, but that was before I had seven swans a’swimming in my bathtub. But, the pear tree is beautiful, and it should grow nicely where all those geese are a’laying and a’pooping! The UPS guy has tried three times to drop off two turtle doves and three french hens. Hopefully, I will be here next time as I don’t think he will be able to just leave them on the porch. And those pipers piping and drummers drumming, I wasn’t sure where to put them, but the drummers refused to share a room with the pipers, who they called “those queer faggots in tights,” and left. Well, first they stole the five gold rings you gave me. I would’ve called the police, but one of the ten lords a’leaping landed on my cell phone and broke it. And did you mean to bring me nine ladies from Lansing? Lansing, Michigan? I’d check your receipt because these are all octogenarians who were on a tour of the Great Lakes when they were given $100 and told to get in a van. Anyway, their invoice says “nine ladies dancing” but they all assure me their fox-trotting days are over, and five of them even said it hurts just to stand. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but please get them out of here. It breaks my heart to see them come downstairs everyday confused and dressed in layers and carrying cameras. I hope you understand. Your gifts were certainly extravagant, and I don’t deserve anything as romantic as all this. Also, I’m not really sure I’m completely set up for eight maids a’milking.

Yours Truly,

SLW

 

Babe,

Thanks for the 23 birds. They flew off when the drummers arrived, but they’ll probably be back because the milking maids brought all these cows, and I know birds like to sit on those. I’ve arranged for the 30 other folks you gave me as gifts to stay at the youth hostel until I can figure something else out. I had to sell the five gold rings to make this happen, but I’m sure you’ll understand. The pear tree won’t grow in this climate, so I tossed it, but kept the plastic potter it came in because it can be used to store tennis balls or turned upside down and made into a stool. Thanks again.

Love,

S

 

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