The Twelve Years of Christmas (An Ode to My Daughter, Charlie)

The Twelve Years of Christmas


On her one year old Christmas
my daughter gave to me:
A pail full of stinky diapers

On her two year old Christmas
my daughter gave to me:
Two temper tantrums
And a pail full of stinky diapers

On her three year old Christmas
my daughter gave to me:
Three “no” to everythings
Two temper tantrums
And a pail full of stinky diapers

On her four year old Christmas
my daughter gave to me:
Four days of nonstop chatter
Three “no” to everythings
Two temper tantrums
And a pail full of stinky diapers

On her five year old Christmas
my daughter gave to me:
Five hours playing with Barbie
Four days of nonstop chatter
Three “no” to everythings
Two temper tantrums
And a pail full of stinky diapers

On her six year old Christmas
my daughter gave to me:
Six sticky fingers
Five hours playing with Barbie
Four days of nonstop chatter
Three “no” to everythings
Two temper tantrums
And a pail full of stinky diapers

On her seven year old Christmas
my daughter gave to me:
Seven loose teeth
Six sticky fingers
Five hours playing with Barbie
Four days of nonstop chatter
Three “no” to everythings
Two temper tantrums
And a pail full of stinky diapers

On her eight year old Christmas
my daughter gave to me:
Eight best friends
Seven loose teeth
Six sticky fingers
Five hours playing with Barbie
Four days of nonstop chatter
Three “no” to everythings
Two temper tantrums
And a pail full of stinky diapers

On her nine year old Christmas
my daughter gave to me:
Nine rounds of Just Dance
Eight best friends
Seven loose teeth
Six sticky fingers
Five hours playing with Barbie
Four days of nonstop chatter
Three “no” to everythings
Two temper tantrums
And a pail full of stinky diapers

On her ten year old Christmas
my daughter gave to me:
Ten preteen meltdowns
Nine rounds of Just Dance
Eight best friends
Seven loose teeth
Six sticky fingers
Five hours playing with Barbie
Four days of nonstop chatter
Three “no” to everythings
Two temper tantrums
And a pail full of stinky diapers

On the eleventh day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Eleven celebrity crushes
Ten preteen meltdowns
Nine rounds of Just Dance
Eight best friends
Seven loose teeth
Six sticky fingers
Five hours playing with Barbie
Four days of nonstop chatter
Three “no” to everythings
Two temper tantrums
And a pail full of stinky diapers

On her twelfth year of Christmas
my daughter gave to me:
Twelve epic eye rolls
Eleven celebrity crushes
Ten preteen meltdowns
Nine rounds of Just Dance
Eight best friends
Seven loose teeth
Six sticky fingers
Five hours playing with Barbie
Four days of nonstop chatter
Three “no” to everythings
Two temper tantrums
And a pail full of stinky diapers

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