Thursday, December 16, 2004

12 Days of Christmas - Teenager Style

I am not a lyricist, and don't pretend to be. It's not like me to write a song, but as you can see I have been particularly inspired this year by my newly minted teenager. Parents of teenagers: please feel free to sing along. Parents of smaller children and future parents: be forewarned. For those of you with short attention spans, scroll to the last verse.

12 Days of Christmas - Teenager Style

On the first day of Christmas
my teenager gave to me
a math test marked with an "E."

On the second day of Christmas,
My teenager gave to me,
Two dirty looks,
And a math test marked with an "E."

On the third day of Christmas,
My teenager gave to me,
Three slammed doors,
Two dirty looks,
And a math test marked with an "E."

On the fourth day of Christmas,
My teenager gave to me,
Four filthy plates,
Three slammed doors,
Two dirty looks,
And a math test marked with an "E."

On the fifth day of Christmas,
My teenager gave to me,
Five mumbled words,
Four filthy plates,
Three slammed doors,
Two dirty looks,
And a math test marked with an "E."

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My teenager gave to me,
Six late assignments,
Five mumbled words,
Four filthy plates,
Three slammed doors,
Two dirty looks,
And a math test marked with an "E."

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My teenager gave to me,
Seven CDs blaring,
Six late assignments,
Five mumbled words,
Four filthy plates,
Three slammed doors,
Two dirty looks,
And a math test marked with an "E."

On the eighth day of Christmas,
My teenager gave to me,
Eight piles of laundry,
Seven CDs blaring,
Six late assignments,
Five mumbled words,
Four filthy plates,
Three slammed doors,
Two dirty looks,
And a math test marked with an "E."

On the ninth day of Christmas,
My teenager gave to me,
Nine hours of Playstation,
Eight piles of laundry,
Seven CDs blaring,
Six late assignments,
Five mumbled words,
Four filthy plates,
Three slammed doors,
Two dirty looks,
And a math test marked with an "E."

On the tenth day of Christmas,
My teenager gave to me,
Ten girls-a-calling,
Nine hours of Playstation,
Eight piles of laundry,
Seven CDs blaring,
Six late assignments,
Five mumbled words,
Four filthy plates,
Three slammed doors,
Two dirty looks,
And a math test marked with an "E."

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My teenager gave to me,
Eleven fights with sister,
Ten girls-a-calling,
Nine hours of Playstation,
Eight piles of laundry,
Seven CDs blaring,
Six late assignments,
Five mumbled words,
Four filthy plates,
Three slammed doors,
Two dirty looks,
And a math test marked with an "E."

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My teenager gave to me,
Twelve hours of napping,
Eleven fights with sister,
Ten girls-a-calling,
Nine hours of Playstation,
Eight piles of laundry,
Seven CDs blaring,
Six late assignments,
Five mumbled words,
Four filthy plates,
Three slammed doors,
Two dirty looks,
And a math test marked with an "E."

Copywrite 2004 by Cattiva

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Name: Cattiva
Location: Virginia, United States

About Me: I'm the mom of three: #1 Son (20), The Princess of Wails (17) and their baby brother - The Baby (6). I was a grad-student working on an MA in history until we were surprised - I mean blessed - with The Baby. I'll get back to it...someday (the thesis, not the kid - I have no choice concerning the kid). I am one of only a few people I went to school with who is actually using their history degree in my career (and to think my Father called it Basket-weaving!). I live a very hectic life amongst massive clutter. I call it a good day if we have managed to get home at night without losing one of the kids (no matter how hard I try!). Friends say I have a humorous take on life's happenings. The sad part is that what I write about is true. I laugh to keep from crying.

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