On the first day of Christmas the kids all jumped with glee, while Mum quietly sipped her tea.
On the second day of Christmas the kid was was bouncing here and there, with Mum in despair, the kids just didn’t have a clue where their advent chocolate had disappeared to.
On the third day of Christmas the girl donned her crazy Christmas hat, no care that it made her wild hair a little flat.
On the forth day of Christmas Dad decided it was time to crack out the festive spirits and wine.
On the fifth day of Christmas Mum wondered why it had taken him so long, surely we should have been drunk since the start of this bleeping song.
On the sixth day of Christmas Dad worried Mum would run off with the Elf but then realised that meant the booze stockpile all to himself.
On the seventh day of Christmas the first born sneakily whispered to the Elf, to get his ass of the shelf and sneak into his sisters room.
On the eighth day of Christmas the first born was in a load of shit, after his sister saw the Elf she had the biggest fit.
On the ninth day of Christmas things started to get hazy, the kids were getting lazy and the house was going crazy.
On the tenth day of Christmas Mum had a great idea, the kids all cheered, just because we’re in the tier three didn’t mean we couldn’t order in for tea.
On the eleventh day of Christmas you’d think things were calming down, but the kid was acting the biggest clown, the first born was sporting a frown and the girl was still wearing her dressing gown.
On the twelfth day of Christmas the wine had finally ran out and on the Hill we had a drought, Mum had a diva pout, but she didn’t have a doubt that Dad would pop out.
Annnnnnnnd buuuuuuy mooooooore wiiiinnne!
