We all know the 12 Days of Christmas. Sounds pretty extravagant. What would one possibly do with all of those birds and musical people? An even better question is who has the money for all of those gifts? Well here’s my idea…
On the first day of Christmas, I wish that I could see the guy of my dreams before me.
On the second day of Christmas, I wish that I could see two tickets to New York from the guy of my dreams before me.
On the third of day of Christmas, I wish that I could see: three Broadway shows, two tickets to New York from the guy of my dreams before me.
On the fourth day of Christmas, I wish that I could see: four months vacation, three Broadway shows, two tickets to New York from the guy of my dreams before me.
On the fifth day of Christmas, I wish that I could see: five nights at sea, four months vacation, there's Broadway shows, two tickets to New York from the guy of my dreams before me.
On the sixth day of Christmas, I wish too that I could see: six hours of writing, five nights at sea, four months vacation, three Broadway shows, two tickets to New York from the guy of my dreams before me.
On the seventh day of Christmas, I wish that I could see: seven pages written, six hours of writing, five nights at sea, four months vacation, three Broadway shows, two tickets to New York from the guy of my dreams before me. ,
On the eighth day of Christmas, I wish that I could see: eight days for reading, seven pages written, six hours of writing, five nights at sea, four months vacation, three Broadway shows, two tickets to New York from the guy of my dreams before me.
On the ninth day of Christmas I wish that I could see: nine colored pens, eight days for reading, seven pages written, six hours for writing, five nights at sea, from months vacation, three Broadway shows, two tickets to New York from the guy of my dreams before me
On the tenth day of Christmas I wish that I could see: ten hours of sleeping, nine colored pens, eight days for reading, seven pages written, six hours for writing, five nights at sea, four months vacation, three Broadway shows, two tickets to New York from the guy of my dreams before me.
On the eleventh day of Christmas I wish that I could see: eleven days in L.A, ten hours of sleeping, nine colored pens, eight days for reading, seven pages written, six hours of writing, five nights at sea, four months vacation, three Broadway shows, two tickets to New York from the guy of dreams before me.
On the twelfth day of Christmas I wish that I could see: twelve months of travel, eleven days in L.A, ten of sleeping, nine colored pens, eight days for reading, seven pages written, six hours of writing, five nights at sea, four months vacation, three Broadway shows, two tickets to New York from the guy of my dreams before me.
Okay…that might be al little crazy too, especially when currently there is no guy. But then again that’s why it’s called a wish list.