No Partridges in Pear Trees, Please.

Have you ever really thought about that Christmas carol, The Twelve Days of Christmas?

Would you go weak at the knees on receiving a partridge in a pear tree? I mean, what the hell do you do with it? Not to mention that partridges are generally more comfortable on the ground - they're chubby wee things, so it takes a lot of effort to fly up into a tree.

It would seem then, that the first verse of the song actually reflects the insensitivity of men in giving women presents that are useless, unromantic and don't really exist.

By the fourth day, the poor lass is heartily sick of anything feathered and threatens her not-so-true love with a sudden, urgent need to go to the hospital if he, (or she) doesn't come up with something better. The threat must have worked its magic, since the very next day, five golden rings make their appearance.

Unfortunately, this carol foresaw the commercialisation of Christmas, with its heavily materialistic message. With that "I want" attitude, the protagonist deserved getting a bunch of silly birds. Whatever happened to giving the gift of true love? On second thoughts, could I get an iPhone X in a pear tree?

For a fun book about Christmas, check out my story, Santa's Night Off. When Santa is sick on Christmas Eve, who is going to deliver the presents? A merry, but mad, Christmas for all the family.

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