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The Twelve Days of Christmas -10

January 03, 2017  •  Leave a Comment

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

Ten lords a leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming, six geese a laying, five golden rings, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.

There si a part of the twelve days of Christmas that has a theory that includes the ten lords a leaping as symbolizing the ten commandments. I would have gone for the Lords of Flatbush but there weren't ten of them. I found ten leapers, though.


Te Twelve Days of Christmas - 9

January 02, 2017  •  1 Comment

The bird theme seems to have taken a dive around day eight.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

Nine ladies dancing, eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming, six geese a laying, five golden rings, four calling birds, three French hens, and a partridge in a pear tree.

And just what kind of dancing did they do in the 1800s? I'm afraid my true love is going to get in trouble with the authorities.


The Twelve Days of Christmas - 8

January 01, 2017  •  Leave a Comment

The eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

Eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming, six geese a laying, five golden rings, four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree.

When I was a kid on the farm we always had a milk cow. Her name was always Bossy, and we had lots of cats to keep the mice down in the barn. there was a pan by the milk stool where my dad would send a few squirts at or on the kittens. Bossy didn't seem to mind the cats and kittens flitting around her feet. 


The twelve Days of Christmas - 7

December 31, 2016  •  Leave a Comment

The seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

Seven swans a swimming, six geese a laying, five golden rings, four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Swan babies are cygnets. Swans are of the family anatidae within the genus Cygnus. Cygnus is the Greek word for swan and the name of a northern constellation. Look for it sometime. It is easy to find in summer and autumn and resembles a big bird. 


The Twelve Days of Christmas -6

December 30, 2016  •  Leave a Comment

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, four calling birds, three French hens, and a partridge in a pear tree.

My sweetie, since this is a fantasy, has been hinted at, to get the kind of geese that lay golden eggs.

I had a goose when I had a little hobby farm one time. Very little farm. I had chickens, ducks, guinea hens and peacocks. And turkeys. My turkey, Mike, went to school with me, where I taught art. More of that later maybe. I had a goose I got as a gosling. He was aptly named Goz. Goslings will imprint on whatever, or whoever, they are around the most. Goz was under my feet a lot. Some folks say geese are mean, but Goz

had my temperament. He was easy going and friendly.