by: Elizabeth Ware
On the first day of Christmas disaster fell on me; I slipped putting up the damn tree. 

On the second day of Christmas disaster fell on me; two lost gloves, and I slipped putting up the damn tree.

On the third day of Christmas disaster fell on me; three drenched friends, two lost gloves, and I slipped putting up the damn tree.

On the forth day of Christmas disaster fell on me; four brawling Kurds, three drenched friends, two lost gloves and I slipped putting up the damn tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas disaster fell on me; five stolen rings, four brawling Kurds, three drenched friends, two lost gloves and I slipped putting up the damn tree.

On the six day of Christmas disaster fell on me; six finger stitches, five stolen rings, four brawling Kurds, three drenched friends, two lost gloves and I slipped putting up the damn tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas disaster fell on me; seven cars colliding, six finger stitches, five stolen rings, four brawling Kurds, three drenched friends, two lost gloves and I slipped putting up the damn tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas disaster fell on me; eight parking tickets, seven cars colliding, six finger stitches, five stolen rings, four brawling Kurds, three drenched friends, two lost gloves and I slipped putting up the damn tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas disaster fell on me; nine babies screaming, eight parking tickets, seven cars colliding, six finger stitches, five stolen rings, four brawling Kurds, three drenched friends, two lost gloves and I slipped putting up the damn tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas disaster fell on me; ten cell phones beeping, nine babies screaming, eight parking tickets, seven cars colliding, six finger stitches, five stolen rings, four brawling Kurds, three drenched friends, two lost gloves and I slipped putting up the damn tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas disaster fell on me; eleven shoppers griping, ten cell phones beeping, nine babies screaming, eight parking tickets, seven cars colliding, six finger stitches, five stolen rings, four brawling Kurds, three drenched friends, two lost gloves and I slipped putting up the damn tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas disaster fell on me; twelve stores closing early, eleven shoppers griping, ten cell phones beeping, nine babies screaming, eight parking tickets, seven cars colliding, six finger stitches, five stolen rings, four brawling Kurds, three drenched friends, two lost gloves and I slipped putting up the damn tree.