The Twelve Years of Christmas my Christmas Carol

On our first year of Christmas, 
my true love met my family.
A small gathering of 53!

On our second year of Christmas, 
my true declared to me his own true love, 
and a Roxy Mulberry. 



On the third year of Christmas, 
my true love gave to me a drawer for my own things, 
a Roxy Mulberry, 
And my very own front door key. 



On our fourth year of Christmas, 
my true love said to me those four magic words, 
three front door keys (we live in London!), 
Two true loves, 
And he got down on one knee. 



On our fifth year of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me 
a five carat ring (I wish), 
four magic words, 
three front door keys, 
Two true loves, 
And a heart full of love and pure glee. 



On our sixth year of Christmas, 
my true love comforted me; 
I wasn’t a-laying, 
five carat ring, 
four magic words, 
three front door keys, 
two true loves, 
And no joy in making a baby.

On our seventh year of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me   seven months expecting, 
six years of trying, 
five carat ring (I wish), 
four magic words, 
three front door keys, 
Two true loves, 
And hospitalized pre-eclampsia me.

On our eighth year of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me mastitis and breast feeding, 
seven days week, 
six years of trying, 
five carat ring, 
four magic words, 
three front door keys,
 Two true loves, 
And two true loves finally become three.

On our ninth year of Christmas, 
my true love looked at me an again pregnant lady wobbling, eight months gone and still feeding, 
seven days a week, 
Six years of trying, 
Five Carat ring (I wish), 
Four magic words, 
three front door keys (London),  
Two true loves, 
And again a hospitalized pre eclampsia me. 



On our tenth year of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me, 
a baby who stopped breathing, nine stone for losing, eight maids a milking, 
Seven days a week, 
Six years of trying, 
Five carat ring, 
Four magic words, 
three front door keys, 
Two true loves, 
And an all clear from the baby unit team. 



On our eleventh year of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me an utter lack of sleeping,
 ten out of ten baby unit rating,
 Nine stone I’m wishing,  eight fruits a pureeing,  Seven days a week, 
Six years of trying, 
Five carat ring (wishing), 
Four magic words, 
three front door keys, 
Two true loves, 
And a healthy and happy 
family. 



On our twelfth year of Christmas, my true love sent to me time for blogging, 
eleven hours sleeping (yeah right), 
Ten hours of boys playing, 
Nine stone still wishing, 
Eight pints of milk, 
Seven days a week, 
Six years of trying, 
Five carat ring, 
Four magic words, 
three front door keys, 
Two true loves, 
And a start of something for me!