On the twelfth day of Christmas, the Dairy Man gave to me
Twelve cows a-carolin’
We all know that cows can’t sing. Well. They can sing, but their melodious mooing is rarely in tune. Regardless, in the interest of sending you off into the holiday weekend with visions of sugarplum dairies (see what I did there?) dancing in your head, I thought I would let our bovine ladies wrap up the twelve days of Christmas.
Thus, a herd of cows, steers, and even a calf or two are here to sing the twelve verses of my little dairy ditty. May you all have a Christmas full of blessings, family, eggnog, and twinkly lights!
“On the first day of Christmas, the Dairy Man gave to meeee,
“Eleven (thousand) sliced tires”
“Ten mooing neighbors”
“Nine essential nutrients”
“Eight loads of sand”
“Seven bales of hay”
“Six stripping shanks”
“Fiiiiiiive commodity baaaaaays”
“Four milking shells”
“Three shifts of milking”
“Two orange tractors”
“Aaaaand a twinkly-liiiight-laden faux treeeeeeeee!”
A Dairy Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Ps: Fun fact about December 22. Did you know that three years ago today a very nervous boy got down on one knee to ask me to be his wife? It’s been a wild adventure full of love, change, and cows ever since! Love ya, Dairy Man.