The 12 Days of Christmas song goes RVing!

By Gail Marsh
(To the tune of “The 12 Days of Christmas”.) Sing along…

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
A cute, little new-to-us RV.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love packed for me,
Two mountain bikes,
And a pop-up holiday tree.

On the third day of Christmas, my true love packed for me,
Three propane tanks,
Two mountain bikes,
And a pop-up holiday tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love packed for me,
Four bins of tools,
Three propane tanks,
Two mountain bikes,
And a pop-up holiday tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love packed for me,
Fiiiiiive cast-iron paaans!
Four bins of tools,
Three propane tanks,
Two mountain bikes,
And a pop-up holiday tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love packed for me,
Six fishing poles,
Fiiiiiive cast-iron paaans!
Four bins of tools,
Three propane tanks,
Two mountain bikes,
And a pop-up holiday tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love packed for me,
Seven kitchen boxes,
Six fishing poles,
Fiiiiiive cast-iron paaans!
Four bins of tools,
Three propane tanks,
Two mountain bikes,
And a pop-up holiday tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love packed for me,
Eight bags of charcoal,
Seven kitchen boxes,
Six fishing poles,
Fiiiiiive cast-iron paaans!
Four bins of tools,
Three propane tanks,
Two mountain bikes,
And a pop-up holiday tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love packed for me,
Nine pairs of flip-flops,
Eight bags of charcoal,
Seven kitchen boxes,
Six fishing poles,
Fiiiiiive cast-iron paaans!
Four bins of tools,
Three propane tanks,
Two mountain bikes,
And a pop-up holiday tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love packed for me,
Ten tubs of board games,
Nine pairs of flip flops,
Eight bags of charcoal,
Seven kitchen boxes,
Six fishing poles,
Fiiiiiive cast-iron paaans!
Four bins of tools,
Three propane tanks,
Two mountain bikes,
And a pop-up holiday tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love packed for me,
Eleven maps for trav’ling,
Ten tubs of board games,
Nine pairs of flip flops,
Eight bags of charcoal,
Seven kitchen boxes,
Six fishing poles,
Fiiiiiive cast-iron paaans!
Four bins of tools,
Three propane tanks,
Two mountain bikes,
And a pop-up holiday tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love said to me,
“Forget the trip! We can’t go south.
Cause I’ve way overpacked the RV!”

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