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Why there are only 12 Days of Christmas

Almost everyone must have heard The Twelve Days of Christmas. The twelve days of Christmas begin on the evening of December 25th and continue till Epiphany (Jan. 6).

These are made popular by the extremely famous song “The Twelve Days of Christmas”. For those who haven’t heard this before, the twelve days talk about twelve gifts that a lady receives from her true love. The gifts are actual symbols of many qualities of the Christian religion.

But, on the lighter vein, could this be one of the reasons we have only twelve days?

Dec 25
My dearest darling Edward

What a wonderful surprise has just greeted me! That sweet
partridge, in that lovely little pear-tree; what an enchanting, romantic, poetic present! Bless you, and thank
you.

Your deeply loving Emily.

Dec 26
Beloved Edward

The two turtle-doves arrived this morning, and are cooing
away in the pear-tree as I write. I’m so touched and
grateful!

With undying love, as always, Emily.

Dec 27
My darling Edward

You do think of the most original presents! Who ever thought
of sending anybody three French hens? Do they really come all
the way from France? It’s a pity we have no chicken coops,
but I expect we’ll find some. Anyway, thank you so much;
they’re lovely.

Your devoted Emily.

Dec 28
Dearest Edward

What a surprise! Four calling birds arrived this morning.
They are very sweet, even if they do call rather loudly —
they make telephoning almost impossible — but I expect
they’ll calm down when they get used to their new home.
Anyway, I’m very grateful, of course I am.

Love from Emily.

Dec 29
Dearest Edward

The mailman has just delivered five most beautiful gold
rings, one for each finger, and all fitting perfectly! A
really lovely present! Lovelier, in a way, than birds, which
do take rather a lot of looking after. The four that arrived
yesterday are still making a terrible row, and I’m afraid
none of us got much sleep last night. Mother says she wants
to use the rings to “wring” their necks. Mother has such a
sense of humor. This time she’s only joking, I think, but I
do know what she means. Still, I love the rings.

Bless you, Emily.

Dec 30
Dear Edward

Whatever I expected to find when I opened the front door
this morning, it certainly wasn’t six socking great geese
laying eggs all over the porch. Frankly, I rather hoped that
you had stopped sending me birds. We have no room for them,
and they’ve already ruined the croquet lawn. I know you meant
well, but let’s call a halt, shall we?

Love, Emily.

Dec 31
Edward

I thought I said NO MORE BIRDS. This morning I woke up to
find no more than seven swans, all trying to get into our
tiny goldfish pond. I’d rather not think what’s happened to
the goldfish. The whole house seems to be full of birds, to
say nothing of what they leave behind them, so please,
please, stop!

Your Emily.

Jan 1

Frankly, I prefer the birds. What am I to do with eight
milkmaids? And their cows! Is this some kind of a joke? If
so, I’m afraid I don’t find it very amusing.

Emily.

Jan 2
Look here, Edward

This has gone far enough. You say you’re sending me nine
ladies dancing. All I can say is, judging from the way they
dance, they’re certainly not ladies. The village just isn’t
accustomed to seeing a regiment of shameless viragos, with
nothing on but their lipstick, cavorting round the green, and
it’s Mother and I who get the blame. If you value our
friendship, which I do (less and less), kindly stop this
ridiculous behavior at once!

Emily.

Jan 3

As I write this letter, 10 disgusting old men are prancing
up and down all over what used to be the garden, before the
geese and the swans and the cows got at it. And several of
them, I have just noticed, are taking inexcusable liberties
with the milkmaids. Meanwhile, the neighbors are trying to
have us evicted. I shall never speak to you again.

Emily.

Jan 4

This is the last straw! You know I detest bagpipes! The
place has now become something between a menagerie and a madhouse, and a man from the council has just declared it
unfit for habitation. At least Mother has been spared this
last outrage; they took her away yesterday afternoon in an
ambulance. I hope you’re satisfied.

Jan 5
Sir,

Our client, Miss Emily Wilbraham, instructs me to inform you
that with the arrival on her premises at 7:30 this morning of
the entire percussion section of the Boston Symphony
Orchestra, and several of their friends, she has no course
left open to her but to seek an injunction to prevent you
importuning her further. I am making arrangements for the
return of much assorted livestock.

I am, Sir, yours faithfully,
G. Creep Attorney at law.

Via: Askmen

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