The Twelve Days of Christmas

of thy deep and dreamlessly, the silent stars go by. Yet in thy dark, strange shining, the everlasting light, The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight. Each child of him descend to us we pray.

Cast out our sin and enter in us today. This was angels, the great glad tidying, abide with us. Our Lord, your men, tell us abide with us.

Our Lord, your men. Christmas I gave my loving dead, a most lovely lavender time. On the second day of Christmas I gave my loving dad Two silken scars And a most- We're tied On the third day of Christmas I gave my loving dad Three golf clubs

Two silken scars And a most lovely lavender On the fourth day of Christmas we gave our loving dad Four-nourish of life Three golf clubs Two silken scars, and a most lovely lavender On the fifth day of Christmas we gave our loving dad Be golf clubs, two silken scar The sixth day of Christmas we gave our loving dad

Six woolen natures, two silken scars And on the seventh day of Christmas I gave my loving dad Seven books of fiction. Six, full of natures. Five, five, recall. More vision types.

Three golf clubs. Two silken scars. And the most lovely lavender tie. On the eighth day of Christmas, I gave my loving dad. Eight pairs of cufflinks. Seven books of fiction. Six, full of natures. Five, four vision types.

Three golf clubs, two silken scarves, and a most lovely lapping her tie. On the ninth day of Christmas I gave my pretty dad nine games-