I cobbled a few words together, inspired by, The Twelve Days or Christmas. I hope you like it.
The plumage if the partridge ruffle in unison with the rustle of it' Pear tree.
The calls , so sweet, of the French hens echo the tidings of the holiday season.
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.The harmonious hymns of birds on high; resound with the anticipation of the joy to come.
Romance gleam golden from velvet boxes. A promise to keep. Dreams if white dresses and two lives pledged to walk side by side.
The eggs of geese laid for brunch dishes delights the taste buds if all. Families sharing the variety of ways to use those yummy eggs.
The efforts of milking maids bring forth glasses off milk to set out with cookies for Old Saint Nick. Fortification for his Long night of delivering gifts to all good boys and girls.
The tapping of the dancing ladies feet heralding the the coming miracle offering hope to a world I'm despair.
The graceful piroutte the of ballet artiste express the peace and elation, awaiting
The clarion peals of trumpets announce the coming of the One, who have comes to break the chains of death.
The subtle beat of drums; welcome the Son of Joseph and Mary; the Christ child into the world of man.
Happy Holidays to all!
This is a season of love and giving.
