On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me; a kiss from the heart.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me; a longing look and a song from the angels.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me; a quick morning kiss, a text message, and repeating worries.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me; a single tear from the heart, a stranger’s name, the keys to the apartment, and a fading image of an angel disappearing in the snow.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me; it’s soft space, cold sheets, a pillow, a duvet, and a night of broken sleep.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me; a day of self-pity, broken dreams, bad thoughts, empty hearts, protection from reality, and a night of broken sleep.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me; it’s comforting space, warmth from winter’s day, conversations with myself, calls from friends and family, a break to get some food, a resolution for more than this, and a night of colourful sleep.
On the eight day of Christmas, my true love gave to me; it’s liberating space, the sun of winter’s day, horizons through the snow, a day outside the bed, new hopes and dreams, a way to carry on, a bath from the angels, and the good old night of sleep.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to myself; an early awakening, a smile of remembrance, eggs and bacon, lights in the window, a clean apartment, a marathon of funny videos, an amazing dinner, nice chats with myself, and a night of vivid sleep.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to myself; a slow awakening, a smile for the day, eggs and bacon, a bath from the angels, a visit to a friend, a good amount of beer, an innocent flirt, warmth from winter’s day, newfound self-confidence, and a buzzing night of sleep.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to myself; a dreamy awakening, a laugh of remembrance, a smile for the day, eggs and bacon, a visit to the family, hugs and kisses, the idea that I’m not alone, a heart of self-worth, the wish to be myself, the need to start something new, and just another night of sleep.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love hopefully gave to you; a different awakening, a liberating space, a laugh of remembrance, a smile of the day, perspectives through the snow, warmth in winter’s day, chats with yourself, new hopes and dreams, an innocent flirt, newfound self-confidence, a heart of self-worth, and a night of lovely sleep.