I wrote this a couple of years ago to describe our first Christmas in Sumatra. No mouse in my tree this year, but I'll be honest, I cringed just a tad when I opened the box. I knew a live mouse wouldn't run out at me like before because the box was well wrapped. It was finding a dead mouse entombed in the box that I was concerned about. But my fears were unfounded. I thought you might enjoy a new twist to an old favorite!
On the first day of Christmas the tropics gave to me
A mouse in my Christmas tree!
On the second day of Christmas the tropics gave to me
Rust on the ornaments, and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
On the third day of Christmas the tropics gave to me
Rain in the evening, rust on the ornaments, and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
On the fourth day of Christmas the tropics gave to me
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
On the fifth day of Christmas the tropics gave to me
Five calls to prayer!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
On the sixth day of Christmas the tropics gave to me
rice and soup and noodles,
Five calls to prayer!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
On the seventh day of Christmas the tropics gave to me
Mold in the kitchen, rice and soup and noodles,
five calls to prayer!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
five calls to prayer!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
On the eighth day of Christmas the tropics gave to me
Masses of mosquitoes, mold in the kitchen, rice and soup and noodles,
five calls to prayer!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
five calls to prayer!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
On the ninth day of Christmas the tropics gave to me
Amoebas in my belly, masses of mosquitoes, mold in the kitchen, rice and soup and noodles,
five calls to prayer!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
five calls to prayer!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
On the tenth day of Christmas the tropics gave to me
Natalans at the church, amoebas in my belly, masses of mosquitoes, mold in the kitchen, rice and soup and noodles,
five calls to prayer!
leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
five calls to prayer!
leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
On the eleventh day of Christmas the tropics gave to me
Skype calls to family, Natalans at the church, amoebas in my belly, masses of mosquitoes, mold in the kitchen, rice and soup and noodles,
five calls to prayer!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
five calls to prayer!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
On the twelfth day of Christmas the tropics gave to me
Memories to cherish, Skype calls to family, Natalans at the church, amoebas in my belly, masses of mosquitoes, mold in the kitchen, rice and soup and noodles,
five calls to prayer!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
five calls to prayer!
Leaks in my bedroom, rain in the the evening, rust on the ornaments and a mouse in my Christmas tree!
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