The First Day of Christmas
Now folks don’t get me wrong.
Carols are my favourite songs.
But times must come when
A particular one bewilders me.
For on the first day of Christmas
My lover sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
Now the first day of Christmas
Is of course the great feast.
The twelve days of Christmas
End on Epiphany bearing gifts.
But can anyone explain
How on the first day
I’m to receive such a weird gift?
Questions arise: is the partridge
Alive or cooked?
And how big is the pear tree?
If it really exists in winter!!
Weird I say. So I’d rather munch
On my lovely mince pies.
PS Just written for want of better things,
I love the carol really.
If one can call it a carol!!
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2020
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