My least favorite Christmas carol by far is the “Twelve Days of Christmas.” It’s not that I wouldn’t want to give my “true love” a whole bunch of poultry, its that it’s the Yuletide equivalent of “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall.” A couple of years ago I wrote a blog post titled The […]

My least favorite Christmas carol by far is the “Twelve Days of Christmas.” It’s not that I wouldn’t want to give my “true love” a whole bunch of poultry, its that it’s the Yuletide equivalent of “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall.”

A couple of years ago I wrote a blog post titled The 12 Days of Christmas (The “Real” True Meaning). It was rather church humor-y in nature as I imagined the meaning behind the twelve gifts (ie. Six Geese a-Laying†ó six seminarians laying homiletical eggs in the pulpit).

Anyway, this year I’m offering the official Clergy Family Confidential snark version of the 12 Days of Christmas. Enjoy and Merry Christmastide!

Twelve drummers drumming until your ears start to bleed and please get rid of that Little Drummer Boy while you’re at it.

Eleven Pipers piping ďAmazing GraceĒ since thatís all they seem to know

Ten Lords-a-Leaping which is heretical since thereís only one Lord.

Nine Ladies liturgically dancing in outfits made of pink chiffon so youíll want to avert your eyes.

Eight Maids-a-Milking but donít drink the milk because itís neither pasteurized nor homogenized so there are chunks floating in it.

Seven Swans-a-Swimming in your basement because you forgot to turn the water off and the pipes froze.

Six Geese-a-laying goose poop all over your back yard.

Five Gold Rings or actually just one because you pawned the other four.

Four Calling Birds which are really annoying when they wake you up way too early on New Yearís Day after a late night out.

Three French Hens although youíd much prefer French fries.

Two bars of Dove soap shaped like turtles that you canít wait to regift.

And a Partridge in a Pear Tree which looks more like a pigeon than anything else.