On the fifth day of December I hope my true love brings
A yummy chocolate shake on side of golden onion rings
Or even better they can make me coffee in the morning
Or give me sloppy kiss without the usual fair warning
Perhaps the gift of folding laundry, that’s something I could use
Or letting me, on movie night, be one who gets to choose
I’d really love a nice warm bath wrapped up beneath the tree
But since it’s quite impossible, you still draw one for me
And light the scented candles, plus add all the sweetest balms
And shoo the kids from bathroom door so I can rest in calm
It’s just so clear, this time of year, we hope we get a treat
We need a break from tiresome chore, my brow is wholly beat
But thing I’ve got, and wouldn’t trade, is true love, I mean TRUE
They always know just what to say, and what they say they do!
The simple pleasures life affords not counted by the dozen
Just quiet time, with me and mine, and spiked eggnog for guzzlin’
When we’re content, inside and out, what joy there is in living
With special someone by your side, the gift that keeps on giving!
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