By Jessica Domel
I’ve had the Twelve Days of Christmas stuck in my head for three days, except it’s not really the traditional Twelve Days of Christmas–mainly because I can never remember anything past the “Five Golden Rings.”
You see, I have a sort of Texas “Twelve Days of Christmas” stuck in my head.
It goes a little something like this:
On the first day of Christmas, my farmer gave to me…
Pecans from his very own tree.
This is what happens when I’m cooking and there’s no music on. I make up the words to songs. Since the song is rather lengthy, I’ll give you the condensed version and skip to the final round.
On the 12th day of Christmas, my farmer gave to me…
Twelve strips of bacon,
Eleven glasses of milk,
Ten juicy grapefruits,
Nine pounds of sugar,
Eight bowls of rice,
Seven plump beef roasts,
Six chicken breasts,
Five onion rings,
Four cotton shirts,
Three sweet corn cobs,
Two woolly mittens,
And pecans from his very own tree.
I rather like this “Twelve Days of Christmas,” don’t you? Thank you to all the Texas farmers and ranchers who inspired it, and continue to grow the foods and fibers I love so much!