It’s the holiday season, and with that comes eating pounds of candy in the name of Christmas and drinking large amounts of alcohol. I don’t need an excuse this time of year to get loaded, but it’s nice to have one anyway.
Although I decorate my house with a few holiday items (and by “items” I mean store bought sugar cookies and candles that smell like I baked them in my house), I’ve never been a big holiday person. I especially don’t like Christmas music.
It’s the only type of music I know where people of all ages rock out to the same songs year after year. Well, Christmas songs and anything by Hanson.
Have you really ever stopped to think about the lyrics to these holiday songs? Some of them are downright ridiculous. Take “The Twelve Days of Christmas.”
I didn’t even know there were 12 days of Christmas. Obviously my parents have been screwing me over for years by telling me there’s only one day of Christmas.
And looking back now, that day smelled a lot like bourbon, so maybe it was best for every one’s livers that it was only one day.
Whenever I hear that song, I always think about what that woman was thinking every day she got a gift. So I’ve decided to be her inner dialogue for each of the 12 days.
1. A partridge in a pear tree
And you thought since I love cleaning up after you, that I would love cleaning up after a bird as well? And why a partridge?
Is it because it’s a fat bird? What are you suggesting? And a pear tree? Where am I going to put this?
Considering we live in a 3rd floor condo, I’m not sure where a pear tree will go. Why not just buy a mini school bus for the partridge to live in?
If it was good enough for Danny Bonaduce, it’s good enough for this bird.
Oh goody…more birds. Is it going to be 12 days of birds because that’s how it’s looking.
Don’t get me wrong, I like our avian friends, but I’m not sure I want them flying around in our condo (and I’m pretty sure our landlord doesn’t either.)
I’ll just say goodbye to our security deposit now.
3. Three French hens
How do you know they’re French? Was it their condescending glare or their stench that gave them away?
You know these hens aren’t going to bathe regularly, and they probably won’t shave their pits either.
Thanks for the smelly gift. If I wanted to deal with a rude, obnoxious European, I would ask my Uncle Frank to come over.
4. Four calling birds
Seriously with the birds again? You know that we live inside…in the city? What am I going to do with all these birds?
Perhaps one of the presents you could get me would be some bird food to feed these animals. Have you ever heard of “Angry Birds?”
Well that’s what we’ve got on our hands with seven birds in this one bedroom condo and no food.
And while you’re picking up bird food, pick up several scented candles, room deodorizer and some ear plugs. And some Grey Goose. Now there’s a bird I could get on board with.
5. Five golden rings
Why not just get me one golden ring but throw a stone on it or something? And what am I going to do with five of these rings? I can’t wear them all on one hand; I’ll look like a pimp.
6. Six geese a laying
We’re back on this birds again? And this time they’re procreating…because nothing says “Merry Christmas” quite like half a dozen geese shitting out eggs in a one bedroom condo in the city. Fa la la la clean it up.
Okay, you obviously have a bird fetish. I’ve suspected it for a while now, what with the strange gift giving and your love of the band Flock of Seagulls. But enough with the birds.
Although I realize the gesture is nice, if you give me one more bird, I’m going to give you two birds….one on each hand.
8. Eight maids a milking
If you tell me they’re milking cows, I will kick you out of this condo right now.
But if they are milking themselves, I’m not sure that’s a better option. And why maids a milking? You know I’m lactose intolerant.
9. Nine ladies dancing
Are you seriously giving me the gift of strippers?
Why not add a pole and a pound of glitter to this gift, turn on “Pour Some Sugar on Me” and call it a night?
What would I possibly want with nine ladies dancing? (Aside from an STD and trailer full of meth.)
And don’t even think about calling them “ladies”. Ladies of the night maybe.
10. Ten lords a leaping
The only lord I know is Frodo from Lord of the Rings.
Although he’s creepy, and probably smells like a sewer rat, he’s more welcome in my home than these ten “lords” who are most likely either male strippers, or homeless men looking for a place to stay for the night.
11. Pipers piping
Pipers? What year is this? Why would I want pipers in my home?
Do you realize how loud it is already with all these birds and dancing people running around?
The only piping we need is new plumbing to support all the waste that’s being deposited and flushed in our condo in any given day.
12. Twelve drummers drumming
You can’t just add twelve people playing the same instrument and call it a band.
Sure, the Spice Girls made it work, but they had boobs. You’ve got some man boobs and hairy nipples. It’s not the same.
Are you finally done with the “gifts?” Please tell me you got something nice for me that doesn’t involve purchasing human beings or fowl from a farm.
What ever happened to some good old diamond earrings for Christmas? Or maybe a gift card? Next year we are definitely doing a spending limit…and a requirement that none of the gifts be breathing.
And I’m totally taking back that sweater I got you from Banana Republic.