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12 Days of Christmas Parody: The 12 Days of Christmas by @CrayonWrangler

Alycia’s Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer was such a fabulous hit, she’s back with an encore. This time, she tackles The 12 Days of Christmas. Hold your applause until the end, please.

On the first day of Christmas,
my Postpartum gave to me
A need to weep and flee.

On the second day of Christmas,
my Postpartum sent to me
Two hours of anxiety,
A need to weep and flee.

On the third day of Christmas,
my Postpartum sent to me
Three box of kleenex,
Two hours of anxiety,
A need to weep and flee.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my Postpartum sent to me
Four friends a-calling,
Three box of Kleenex,
Two hours of anxiety,
A need to weep and flee.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my Postpartum sent to me
Five sleepless nights,
Four friends a-calling,
Three box of Kleenex,
Two hours of anxiety,
A need to weep and flee.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my Postpartum sent to me
Six people judging,
Five sleepless nights,
Four friends a-calling,
Three box of Kleenex,
Two hours of anxiety,
A need to weep and flee.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my Postpartum sent to me
Seven new pills to take,
Six people judging,
Five sleepless nights,
Four friends a-calling,
Three box of Kleenex,
Two hours of anxiety,
A need to weep and flee.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my Postpartum sent to me
Eight moods a-minute,
Seven new pills to take,
Six people judging,
Five sleepless nights,
Four friends a-calling,
Three box of Kleenex,
Two hours of anxiety,
A need to weep and flee.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my Postpartum sent to me
Nine pounds lost and found,
Eight moods a-minute,
Seven new pills to take,
Six people judging,
Five sleepless nights,
Four friends a-calling,
Three box of Kleenex,
Two hours of anxiety,
A need to weep and flee.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my Postpartum sent to me
Ten irrational thoughts,
Nine pounds lost and found,
Eight moods a-minute,
Seven new pills to take,
Six people judging,
Five sleepless nights,
Four friends a-calling,
Three box of Kleenex,
Two hours of anxiety,
A need to weep and flee.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my Postpartum sent to me
Eleven new PPD articles,
Ten irrational thoughts,
Nine pounds lost and found,
Eight moods a-minute,
Seven new pills to take,
Six people judging,
Five sleepless nights,
Four friends a-calling,
Three box of Kleenex,
Two hours of anxiety,
A need to weep and flee.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my Postpartum sent to me
Twelve more boxes of Kleenex,
Eleven new PPD articles,
Ten irrational thoughts,
Nine pounds lost and found,
Eight moods a-minute,
Seven new pills to take,
Six people judging,
Five sleepless nights,
Four friends a-calling,
Three box of Kleenex,
Two hours of anxiety,
A need to weep and flee!

 

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Alycia is the author at “Coloring Me Happy” and is formerly known as Crayon Wrangler. Widow, Suicide Survivor, Mother of 3, blending a family of 8 children and trying to get enough coffee. She’s tired. Also a photographer, she has learned to narrow the focus of the big picture into the little moments that matter the most in both pictures and her life.

12 Days of Christmas Challenge: Deck the Halls

Deck the halls with bouts of anxiety,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Tis the season to be panicked,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our stoic expressions,

Fa la la, la la la, la la la.

Troll old haunts of truly happy,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See the echoes of our sanity,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Gulp our meds and join society.

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Follow me off to therapy,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

While I tell of tribulations,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Not far away from recovery am I,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Hail the new, ye doubts and doubters,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Sing we recovered, all together,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Heedless of the naysayers,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

12 Days of Christmas Challenge: Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer

Today’s 12 Days of Christmas Challenge take on “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer” was penned by Alycia Estok from Color Me Happy. She’s my partner in creativity and sarcasm these days. So of course I turned to her when my brain turned to mush. Alycia came through in a big way. I know you’ll love this as much as I do!

My daughter got run over by Postpartum,
After the birth of her first babe.
You may say there’s no such thing as PPD,
But as for those who suffer, we believe.

She’d been doing lots of crying,
And I begged her to let it go.
But she’d left her medication
So she sat crying by the big window.

When we saw her Christmas morning,
With all the tears and all the snot.
There were tissues on the counter
And an empty gallon of ice cream she had bought.

My daughter got run over by Postpartum,
After the birth of her first babe.
You may say there’s no such thing as PPD
But as for those who suffer we believe.

Now we are all so proud of her hubby,
He’s been takin’ this so well.
Ignoring all the warning signs,
Watching TV while her wife goes through hell.

It’s just not Christmas, without my daughter,
All the family’s gathered around.
And we can’t help but wonder
What on earth we could do to try to help?

My daughter got run over by Postpartum,
After the birth of her first babe.
You may say there’s no such thing as PPD
But as for those who suffer we believe.

Now the stockings are all hung,
And the presents lay around.
And we are hugging on my daughter
Loving her through a small break down.
I’ve warned all my friends and blog pals,
“Better watch out for PPD,
They should never say it’s a myth,
To a family struggling underneath the Christmas Glee”

My daughter got run over by Postpartum,
After the birth of her first babe.
You may say there’s no such thing as PPD.
But for those of us who suffer, we believe.

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Alycia is the author at “Coloring Me Happy” and is formerly known as Crayon Wrangler. Widow, Suicide Survivor, Mother of 3, blending a family of 8 children and trying to get enough coffee. She’s tired. Also a photographer, she has learned to narrow the focus of the big picture into the little moments that matter the most in both pictures and her life.