You know I can’t resist!
On the first day of Refluxmas,
My true love sent to me
A crying baby no one can console.
On the second day of Refluxmas,
my true love sent to me
Two tired arms
And a crying baby no one can console.
On the third day of Refluxmas,
My true love sent to me
Three hours of sleeping,
Two tired arms,
And a crying baby no one can console.
On the fourth day of Refluxmas,
my true love sent to me
Four days of laundry,
Three hours of sleeping ,
Two tired arms,
And a crying baby no one can console.
On the fifth day of Refluxmas,
my true love sent to me
Five minutes napping,
Four days of laundry,
Three hours of sleeping,
Two tired arms,
And a crying baby no one can console.
On the sixth day of Refluxmas,
my true love sent to me
Six hundred sopping burp cloths,
Five minutes napping,
Four days of laundry,
Three hours of sleeping,
Two tired arms,
And a crying baby no one can console.
On the seventh day of Refluxmas,
My true love sent to me
Seven days of crying,
Six hundred sopping burp cloths,
Five minutes napping,
Four loads of laundry,
Three hours of sleeping,
Two tired arms,
And a crying baby no one can console.
On the eighth day of Refluxmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight hours a-milking,
Seven days of crying,
Six hundred sopping burp cloths,
Five minutes napping,
Four loads of laundry,
Three hours of sleeping,
Two tired arms,
And a crying baby no one can console.
On the ninth day of Refluxmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine ladies opinions (on what I should be doing)
Eight hours a-milking,
Seven days of crying,
Six hundred sopping burp cloths,
Five minutes napping,
Four loads of laundry,
Three hours of sleeping,
Two tired arms,
And a crying baby no one can console.
On the tenth day of Refluxmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten years off my life,
Nine ladies opinions,
Eight hours a-milking,
Seven days a crying,
Six hundred sopping burp cloths,
Five minutes napping,
Four loads of laundry,
Three hours of sleeping,
Two tired arms,
And a crying baby no one can console.
On the eleventh day of Refluxmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven unread novels,
Ten years off my life,
Nine ladies opinions,
Eight hours a-milking,
Seven days a crying,
Six hundred sopping burp cloths,
Five minutes napping,
Four loads of laundry,
Three hours of sleeping,
Two tired arms,
And a crying baby no one can console.
On the twelfth day of Refluxmas,
my true love sent to me
twelve reasons I would do this all over again,
(Many more than)
twelve years of memories,
Eleven years of giggling,
Ten years of tickling,
Nine years of snuggling,
Eight years of hugging,
Seven years of kissing,
Six years of listening,
Five years of laughing,
Four years of walking,
Three years of singing,
Two lucky parents,
And an angel baby we were given to love.
Eli’smom2006-12-7 1:7:29
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