"The Twelve Days of Christmas", an ancient English Christmas carol, enumerates a series of increasingly grand gifts given on each of the twelve days of Christmas.
It's a lovely tune the ranch hand has never hesitated to make up words for since he is too dumb to remember the actual "stuff"?
However, the fact that most Christians don't actually celebrate twelve days of the commercialized version of Christmas is a blessing highly appreciated by this ole fat boy.
The reasons:
1. Ya wanna see a grown man break out in a cold sweat and quiver?
2. Ya wanna see a confused guy wondering from aisle to aisle mumblin' to his own self while doin' prolific eyeball rollin'?
....then just watch your humble blogger doing holiday "shopping".
Said shopping confusion most likely resembles a passage written by Dr. Seuss:
"And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore."
Oh for the days when an upstanding magi had only to stop by the local gold, frankincense, and myrrh shop for gift purchases.
Surely life was simpler?
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2 comments:
I think "simple" would be muchhhh better, but when you are caught in a stampede,, ya better keep up,,reckon,,lol?
I don't know about the frankinsense and myrrh, but you can't go wrong with gold!
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