12 Days of Christmas, Single Mom Style

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I tend to listen to holiday music ad nausem because I miss singing in choir; this season always reminds me of numerous years of concerts I either sang or sang and played an instrument in over the years. But, as I “race” to get stuff done– and try to remember hiding the elves for my daughter, and oh can’t forget Hanukkah too, it all blurs by. This is when I wish I had four hands instead of two, but part of being a single mom is learning how to be more than one person. Guess what? I still haven’t quite learned because it’s just not possible.

It had me making up my own little 12 days of Christmas song– if only.

On the 1st day of Christmas, my true love (okay, clearly I’m hopefulish or delusional)  gave to me– a one hour massage for free!

On the 2nd day of Christmas, some random kind person gave to me– a pair of new tap and jazz shoes and a one hour massage for free!

The massage is pretty great, right?

On the 3rd day of Christmas, an alluring stranger with a tendency to clean and fix stuff gave to me, three hours of blissful silence, a pair of new tap and jazz shoes and a one hour massage for free!

I really like handy men. That sounds really bad, but you know what I mean. Fixing stuff.

On the 4th day of Christmas, a hot nice man gave to me an elegantly cooked meal with tasty cocktails, three hours of blissful silence, a pair of new tap and jazz shoes and a one hour massage for free!

Anything beats figuring out dinner. Again.

On the 5th day of Christmas, any willing human being gave to me a pair of diamond earrings, an elegantly cooked meal with tasty cocktails, three hours of blissful silence, a pair of new tap and jazz shoes and a one hour massage for free!

On the 6th day of Christmas, someone I met by fate gave to me, a pile of brand new books, a pair of diamond earrings, an elegantly cooked meal with tasty cocktails, three hours of blissful silence, a pair of new tap and jazz shoes and a one hour massage for free!

On the 7th day of Christmas, a civil human being gave to me, a warmer winter coat made for petite girls, a pile of brand new books, a pair of diamond earrings, an elegantly cooked meal with tasty cocktails, three hours of blissful silence, a pair of new tap and jazz shoes and a one hour massage for free!

Being little aint easy.

On the 8th day of Christmas, the universe gave to me, no piles of laundry,a warmer winter coat made for petite girls, a pile of brand new books, a pair of diamond earrings, an elegantly cooked meal with tasty cocktails, three hours of blissful silence, a pair of new tap and jazz shoes and a one hour massage for free!

No piles of laundry. None. Not a damn sock. Not anything. Nothing!!

On the 9th day of Christmas, my baby (whoever works) gave to me, a totally clean house, no piles of laundry, a warmer winter coat made for petite girls, a pile of brand new books, a pair of diamond earrings, an elegantly cooked meal with tasty cocktails, three hours of blissful silence, a pair of new tap and jazz shoes and a one hour massage for free!

On the 10rd day– most likely no one showed up, so I had to give myself a time out in a locked bathroom, most likely doing nothing at all.

The statistically most possible event happening over the holiday.

On the 11th day, I prayed for Brad Pitt, or Christian Bale.

The statistically least possible event happening over the holiday.

On the 1st day of Christmas I begged an anonymous stranger to buy me dance classes, let me win a year of Starbucks, two hours with Brad Pitt,  a totally clean house, no piles of laundry, a warmer winter coat made for petite girls, a pile of brand new books, a pair of diamond earrings, an elegantly cooked meal with tasty cocktails, three hours of blissful silence, a pair of new tap and jazz shoes and a one hour massage for free!

Or something like that.

Five Gold Riiiings,

Laura

 

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