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(A Mum’s Version of) 12 Days of Christmas – My Silly Rap

Posted December 22, 2015 by Bethanie Lunn

I wrote this at 4am due to pregnancy insomnia – The Mum’s Version of the 12 Days of Christmas. ¬†Well, how else should I spend my time while I lie their uncomfortably, tooting and cramping? ūüôā
I’m sure you’ll all be able to relate to the scenarios I’ve picked, maybe even the (exaggeration/ frequent day-dreaming / medicinal needs), of number five!
Watch the video to see me making a fool of myself as I attempt to sing, and join in with the words below. ¬†It MUST be sung in the original tune and each line rhymes with the original so it’s easy enough to do. ¬†Thank you for reading my blog and watching my channel this year. Have fun, have a giggle and Merry Christmas all.¬†¬†xxx

WATCH THE VIDEO:

THE WORDS:

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me a phone full of silly selfies
On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me 
Two missing gloves 
and a phone full of silly selfies.

On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me 

Three tantrums,

Two missing gloves 

and a phone full of silly selfies.

 

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me 

Four smelly turds, 

Three tantrums

Two missing gloves 

and a phone full of silly selfies.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me 

Five pints of gin, 

Four smelly turds, 

Three tantrums, 

Two missing gloves
and a phone full of silly selfies.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me 

Six shocking weigh-ins, 

Five pints of gin, 

Four smelly turds, 

Three tantrums

Two missing gloves 

and a phone full of silly selfies.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me 

Seven knackered women, 

Six shocking weigh-ins, 

Five pints of gin,

Four smelly turds, 

Three tantrums, 

Two missing gloves 

and a phone full of silly selfies.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me 

Eight mums a-milking, 

Seven knackered women, 

Six shocking weigh-ins,

Five pints of gin, 

Four smelly turds, 

Three tantrums

Two missing gloves

and a phone full of silly selfies.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me

Nine babies dancing, 

Eight mums a-milking,
Seven knackered women,
Six shocking weigh-ins, 
Five pints of gin, 
Four smelly turds, 
Three tantrums,
Two missing gloves
and a phone full of silly selfies.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me 
Ten boobs a-seeping, 
Eight mums a-milking,
Seven knackered women,
Six shocking weigh-ins, 
Five pints of gin, 
Four smelly turds,
Three tantrums
Two missing gloves
and a phone full of silly selfies.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me
Eleven bums for wiping, 
Ten boobs a seeping, 
Eight mums a-milking,
Seven knackered women,
Six shocking weigh-ins,
Five pints of gin, 
Four smelly turds, 
Three tantrums
Two missing gloves 
and a phone full of silly selfies.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me 

Twelve rags for slumming, 

Eleven bums for wiping, 

Ten boobs a seeping,
Eight mums a-milking,
Seven knackered women,
Six shocking weigh-ins,
Five pints of gin,
Four smelly turds,
Three tantrums,
Two missing gloves
and a phone full of silly selfies.
Merry Christmas x
Image credits:
Tracksuit: Antoine K 
Baby Wipes: Abi Porter
Suckling Pigs: John Mason
Feeding Cow: Jenny Downing
Exhausted Woman: Lee Haywood
Scales: Alan Cleaver
Happy Poo: Moon Angel
Gin: Cyclone Bill
Tantrum Sculpture: Forest Runner
Odd Gloves: Tripp

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