From sniffles to strep to soggy Kleenex mine fields, the holidays aren’t always just a time of joy. They can also be a time of illness. In honor of all of those who will be dealing with oozing orifices this holiday season, here is a little poem to help you remember to keep your sense of humor.
On the first day of Sick-mas, my true love gave to me, a nose that is really runny.
On the second day of Sick-mas, my true love gave to me, two hacking coughs, and a nose that is really runny.
On the third day of Sick-mas, my true love gave to me, three itchy spots, two hacking coughs, and a nose that is really runny.
On the fourth day of Sick-mas, my true love gave to me, four crowded waiting rooms, three itchy spots, two hacking coughs, and a nose that is really runny.
On the fifth day of Sick-mas, my true love gave to me, FIVE MEDICINE CUPS (you know you’re singing this part louder), four crowded waiting rooms, three itchy spots, two hacking coughs, and a nose that is really runny.
On the sixth day of Sick-mas, my true love gave to me, six ear drums swimming, five medicine cups, four crowded waiting rooms, three itchy spots, two hacking coughs, and a nose that is really runny.
On the seventh day of Sick-mas, my true love gave to me, seven loads of laundry, six ear drums swimming, five medicine cups, four crowded waiting rooms, three itchy spots, two hacking coughs, and a nose that is really runny.
On the eighth day of Sick-mas, my true love gave to me, eight sleepless nights, seven loads of laundry, six ear drums swimming, five medicine cups, four crowded waiting rooms, three itchy spots, two hacking coughs, and a nose that is really runny.
On the ninth day of Sick-mas, my true love gave to me, nine throw-up buckets, eight sleepless nights, seven loads of laundry, six ear drums swimming, five medicine cups, four crowded waiting rooms, three itchy spots, two hacking coughs, and a nose that is really runny.
On the tenth day of Sick-mas, my true love gave to me, ten missed play dates, nine throw-up buckets, eight sleepless nights, seven loads of laundry, six ear drums swimming, five medicine cups, four crowded waiting rooms, three itchy spots, two hacking coughs, and a nose that is really runny.
On the eleventh day of Sick-mas, my true love gave to me, eleven oatmeal baths, ten missed play dates, nine throw-up buckets, eight sleepless nights, seven loads of laundry, six ear drums swimming, five medicine cups, four crowded waiting rooms, three itchy spots, two hacking coughs, and a nose that is really runny.
On the twelfth day of Sick-mas, my true love gave to me, twelve calls to grandma, eleven oatmeal baths, ten missed play dates, nine throw-up buckets, eight sleepless nights, seven loads of laundry, six ear drums swimming, five medicine cups, four crowded waiting rooms, three itchy spots, two hacking coughs, and a nose that is really runny.
Phew. Here’s hoping for a healthy New Year.
Jessa is the Editor-in-Chief of Hooray for Family and the mom of three energetic children. She has a BA in Mass Communication/Journalism from the University of Mary Hardin-Baylor, and is a long-time resident of Central Texas. When she isn't writing and editing, she enjoys playing board games with her kids, teaching Sunday school and channeling her creativity into craft projects.
