It was December 1780 when the then young man first gave his wife twelve different sets of enormous and grand gifts. It was now 1850 and he was 90 years old. The now gray old man wanted to celebrate once again the love for his wife by delivering the same twelve gifts. The problem was, he had forgotten just what he had delivered. His hearing was just about shot and his memory was pathetic. He chuckled to himself realizing that it would not be a problem that his Christmas list of 70 years ago had totally slipped his mind. The gifts he had given became the talk of the town back in 1780 and a song had been written about it called it "The Twelve Days of Christmas" or some crap like that. He thought it was silly at the time, but now he was thrilled his Christmas list had been preserved throughout the generations. All he needed to was head down to the the nearest corner and ask someone sing him that song. His wife would be ecstatic to receive all of those grand gifts this year! He just knew it!
The feeble and wobbly gentleman put his coat and top hat on, passed his wife snoring with her mouth wide open as she napped in her knitting chair, carefully climbed the steps down to the street and immediately happened upon a couple of the nicest young women he had ever met. He told them his plan, which they absolutely adored. In sweet little voices, they sang the beautiful song to him while he carefully transcribed the names of the gifts in his leather-bound notebook. He thanked them profusely, climbed back up the stairs with the greatest caution and then froze. "Am I supposed to give her all of these gifts ALL AT ONCE? I can't remember how I pulled this off so long ago...", he said to himself. He turned as quickly around as a slow old man can turn to ask his new young friends, but they could already be seen at the far end of the street violently giggling together. Oh, well. He set to work trying to figure out just how he would accomplish this feat at this time in his life. He was determined to do it for his old bride.
He settled into his writing desk to begin organizing his fantastic Christmas plan, looked down at his horribly penned Christmas list, scratched his head, scrunched up his eyes and re-read the list over and over. Did he get that right? Did he HEAR THEM RIGHT? He muttered to himself,
"You blasted ears. You better not have led me down the wrong path again this time. I swear if you did, I'LL CUT YE BOTH OFF!!!"
So, that Christmas morning, he blindfolded his wife, brought her to the front porch, gingerly removed the handkerchief and revealed the following heartfelt gifts lined up in front of his house and down his entire verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry long street:
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*Wild boars from http://www.curiousanimals.net/, Fencing ladies from http://www.digitalhit.com/, *Maids from http://www.loyalkng.com/, *Calendars from http://www.hongkiat.com/, *Partridge from http://www.theora.com/


































25 comments:
Bahahhaa...wait...breathe...hahhah! This is so creative and facken so funny. You are a genius. You can never go wrong with old people. They make me laugh.
Hahaha, just the perfect post to start my day!! Thanks for the laugh!!
So this is my favorite post by you. EV-AH. And you know we go waaaaay back...like, to this summer and stuff. And do not think for a nanosecond that I have forgotten that you owe me one guest post. Jes sayin'. Have your peeps call mine, aight?
I fail to see how the old man's misheard gifts are any less strange than the ones in the actual song. Really, what would you do with maids a-milking? Do you get to keep the girls or just the milk? Am I the only one that thinks about this stuff?
You mean it wasn't originally a partridge in a bear's pee? To think I've been singing it wrong all these years. Dang.
Ha! Love it! This seems so much more reasonable.
Awesome. Flipping awesomeness covered in awesome sauce.
I'm PMSing like nobodies business today and this made me laugh. Thank you. I think my favorite is the "partridge in a bear's pee"
I shared this on Facebook. I know a few folks who would get a chuckle out of this.
Still laughing. So funny Kelley! I think your stuff keeps getting better and better.
And I can't imagine how long it took you to do this post, with the pictures and all. It was with it though, got a big laugh from me.
Old people are funny.
Kelley! This is awesome! I think it should be published and a must-read-aloud on Christmas Eve. I love it!
I like your version so much better than the original, Kelley. I'm especially fond of the verses: 5 stolen things and 3 French men. I'll take just one of those men. :) xo
funny, funny, and I agree with Joey are the new ones much better than the old ones? What are you really going to do with 11 pipers pipping, and all those drummers druuming is probably what ruined his hearing in the first place...
You know what? That was freakin' adorable. And of course, hilarious. Because who knew Shannon Doherty was a-bilking maid? That's her, right?
I like the 5 stolen things and my fav is the partridge in the bears pee. YOu amaze me Kelley!
HA HA HA!!! I love the 5 stolen things. I swear this is how my 5 year old sounds when she sings what she thinks are the words to Christmas songs. Love it! Very creative.
Now that was clever! I guess the bear pee is still out there...
The person at my desk is violently giggling right now.
I hope it's me.
Very clever!!
Is it wrong that I really like the boar picture? I laugh everytime I look at it!
I like it. I LIKE IT A LOT! I could really use 12 days of gift giving - maybe it can be a new kind of holiday?
Kelley - ROFL. Thanks, girl. It's sad, but true. The things we do out of love for our husbands.
Partridge in a bear's pee. Bawhahah!
I have a feeling Shannon Doherty is not going to help with cleaning up the bear pee. Loved this. You are so much fun to read.
Went to be your Bloggy Friend, then couldn't figure out, so came here and realised I am your twitter friend - so guess the stars are aligned either way - and we are just supposed to be friends ... and that song will never be the same to me again evah!
I don't know if I should love you for this or hate you for putting this friggin song in my head. Again. At least now I have new lyrics to learn.
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