On the Days of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me (1-5)

On the first day of Christmas, I spied my true love riding up to the castle.   He gave me gifts.  A pear tree and a partridge.

“A pear tree will bear fruit for years.  That is a lovely gift.  But why a partidge?”

“Because it begins with a P,” he said.

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On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me … two turtledoves.
“This is a castle,”  I said.  “We have pigeons all over the place.   It’s quite messy.”
He grinned.  “Love, turtledove.  There are two of them.  I am giving you a symbol.”

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On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me … three French hens.

“Well,” I said, “its true that eggs have many uses around the home.  Baking, scrambling, sustaining drinks…”

“Throwing from the battlements at unwanted suitors,” he said.
“And I suppose my unwanted suitors will be French?” I asked.

“well, I’m not French,” he said, “so…”

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On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me … four calling birds.

“Because the sweetest sound I know needs a rest or it will be strained,” he said.  “These can give you breaks from time to time.”

He meant my voice.  I really do like the things he says.

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On the 5th day of Christmas, my true love brought to me … five golden rings.

“Why 5,” I said.  “One is enough.”

He said, “If you said no, I had to be prepared to wear you down.”

“But I said yes.”

“True.  And I liked the sound of it so much I am going to ask it again 4 times.”