On the first day of Christmas my three boys gave to me: a big mess on the floor.
On the second day of Christmas my three boys gave to me: two mismatched socks and a big mess on the floor.
On the third day of Christmas my three boys gave to me: three unfinished dinners, two mismatched socks, and a big mess on the floor.
On the fourth day of Christmas my three boys gave to me: four mini meltdowns, three unfinished dinners, two mismatched socks, and a big mess on the floor.
On the fifth day of Christmas my three boys gave to me: five broken toys, four mini meltdowns, three unfinished dinners, two mismatched socks, and a big mess on the floor.
On the sixth day of Christmas my three boys gave to me: six muddy sneakers, five broken toys, four mini meltdowns, three unfinished dinners, two mismatched socks, and a big mess on the floor.
On the seventh day of Christmas my three boys gave to me: seven Legos stepped on, six muddy sneakers, five broken toys, four mini meltdowns, three unfinished dinners, two mismatched socks, and a big mess on the floor.
On the eighth day of Christmas my three boys gave to me: eight viruses spreading, seven Legos stepped on, six muddy sneakers, five broken toys, four mini meltdowns, three unfinished dinners, two mismatched socks, and a big mess on the floor.
On the ninth day of Christmas my three boys gave to me: nine fruit snack wrappers, eight viruses spreading, seven Legos stepped on, six muddy sneakers, five broken toys, four mini meltdowns, three unfinished dinners, two mismatched socks, and a big mess on the floor.
On the tenth day of Christmas my three boys gave to me: ten crushing headaches, nine fruit snack wrappers, eight viruses spreading, seven Legos stepped on, six muddy sneakers, five broken toys, four mini meltdowns, three unfinished dinners, two mismatched socks and a big mess on the floor.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my three boys gave to me: eleven burps a burping, ten crushing headaches, nine fruit snack wrappers, eight viruses spreading, seven Legos stepped on, six muddy sneakers, five broken toys, four mini meltdowns, three unfinished dinners, two mismatched socks, and a big mess on the floor.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my three boys gave to me: twelve great big hugs, eleven burps a burping, ten crushing headaches, nine fruit snack wrappers, eight viruses spreading, seven Legos stepped on, six muddy sneakers, five broken toys, four mini meltdowns, three unfinished dinners, two mismatched socks, and a big mess on the floor.
