Mom's Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas,
my mother said to me
Don’t eat all the sugar cookies.

On the second day of Christmas,
my mother said to me
You still have chores,
And don’t eat all the sugar cookies.

On the third day of Christmas,
my mother said to me
Don’t pinch him,
You still have chores,
And don’t eat all the sugar cookies.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my mother said to me
Gum drops aren’t Legos,
Don’t pinch him,
You still have chores,
And don’t eat all the sugar cookies.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my mother said to me
Try thinking of others,
Gum drops aren’t Legos,
Don’t pinch him,
You still have chores,
And don’t eat all the sugar cookies.


On the sixth day of Christmas,
my mother said to me
The dog is not a reindeer,
Try thinking of others,
Gum drops aren’t Legos,
Don’t pinch him,
You still have chores,
And don’t eat all the sugar cookies.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my mother said to me
Wear a clean shirt for pictures,
The dog is not a reindeer,
Try thinking of others,
Gum drops aren’t Legos,
Don’t pinch him,
You still have chores,
And don’t eat all the sugar cookies.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my mother said to me
Find me some earplugs,
Wear a clean shirt for pictures,
The dog is not a reindeer,
Try thinking of others,
Gum drops aren’t Legos,
Don’t pinch him,
You still have chores,
And don’t eat all the sugar cookies.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my mother said to me
Santa’s never coming,
Find me some earplugs,
Wear a clean shirt for pictures,
The dog is not a reindeer,
Try thinking of others,
Gum drops aren’t Legos,
Don’t pinch him,
You still have chores,
And don’t eat all the sugar cookies.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my mother said to me
I’m calling Grandma,
Santa’s never coming,
Find me some earplugs,
Wear a clean shirt for pictures,
The dog is not a reindeer,
Try thinking of others,
Gum drops aren’t Legos,
Don’t pinch him,
You still have chores,
And don’t eat all the sugar cookies.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my mother said to me
Fudge is not for finger-painting
I’m calling Grandma,
Santa’s never coming,
Find me some earplugs,
Wear a clean shirt for pictures,
The dog is not a reindeer,
Try thinking of others,
Gum drops aren’t Legos,
Don’t pinch him,
You still have chores,
And don’t eat all the sugar cookies.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my mother said to me
Surely school is coming,
Fudge is not for finger-painting
I’m calling Grandma,
Santa’s never coming,
Find me some earplugs,
Wear a clean shirt for pictures,
The dog is not a reindeer,
Try thinking of others,
Gum drops aren’t Legos,
Don’t pinch him,
You still have chores,
And don’t eat all the sugar cookies.



Merry Christmas to all you frazzled moms out there!