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…My True Love Gave to Me

Down at Florida Seaside Villa

Lancelot: Come on down honey, I got you a special treat.
Judith: Is is animal, vegetable, or mineral?
Lancelot: Hmmm, I’d categorize it as confectionary.
Judith: Put the kettle on, I’ll grab my Tender Tootsies.

Judith: Mmm, rumballs, my favourite. Pass me a serviette please.
Lancelot: Not just any rumballs. They’re from Vermont – “double the rum for twice the fun.”

Judith: Oh my, I don’t know if it was the rum or the balls that didn’t agree with me! Where did you get them?
Lancelot: At the flea market.
Judith: Unnngh, grooooan. The flea market! What was the expiry date on them?
Lancelot: Expiry date? I dunno, they were loose in a box.
Judith: Unnnnnnngh.

Lancelot: Sorry sweetie, let me draw you a bath. You’ll feel better after a good soak.

Judith: What’s that racket? Did you leave the radio on?

Penguin 2: Hey Bud, did anyone tell those couple of chicks from the yard about the show?
Doggie 1: Yeah, they’re not coming, they’re not much into opera.
Angel: Sssshhhh; Hunding is just laying down the law to Siegmund.
Bass Singer: For one night my house shall be thy refuge, but – tomorrow see to thy weapon, for thou shalt pay with thy life for the dead….

Meanwhile over at the Trailer Park

Lannie: Joodles, come on out an give me hand with this delivery.
Joodles: DELIVERY! No way. No more decorations.
Lannie: Naw, this one is edible. It’s chooo-co-late.
Joodles: Chocolate? Where’s me Crocs?

Lannie: Okay Blue, when I says “haul”, give ‘er.
Joodles: Wow. Listen, let’s send that wild hog over to the food bank to make room in the freezer.

Joodles: Aaaaah, this is the life.

Lannie: Hey, git that fudge away from Blue. Chocolate is like arsenic for hounds.

Joodles: Ooooh Lordie, I think I’m dying. Where’d ya git that fudge anyhow?
Lannie: Over at the flea market. The fella says it the best fudge. Made by nuns up in Mississippi.
Joodles: In what century?
Lannie: Sorry, I’ll bury what’s left. Listen, can ya take that hurlin’ inside? You’re startin’ to attract wildlife.

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me
Eleven Chunks of Chocolate Confection.  

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…My True Love Gave to Me…

Down at Florida Seaside Villa

Judith: What’s that strong fishy smell dear?

Lancelot: Well now, it just happens to be fish. These little flippers were just about to hit their best before date so I picked them up for a song.

Lancelot: You ever see a prettier bunch of fish?
Judith: Well, all I can say is they’d be a heck of a lot prettier if they were gutted, cleaned, and lying in bags in the icebox.

Meanwhile over at the Trailer Park

Joodles: Dagnabbit, this is the last straw.
Lannie: But it was lookin’ so bare after I got the trees chopped up and you put the fruit away. These fellas was just pinin’ for a home.
Joodles: This is the last straw. One more lawn decoration and I’m moving into the camper.
Orange fish: I’d like to be….
Blue fish: Under the sea……
Yellow fish: In an octopus’s garden in the shade……

On the Ninth Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me
Nine Funky Fishes.

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…My True Love Gave to Me….

Down at Florida Seaside Villa

Lancelot: Heh, heh, Judith is going to love these clearance Christmas trees.

Judith: Oh Lancelot, they remind me of winter back home. But Dear, Christmas Day is long gone and they do block the beautiful sunsets.

Meanwhile over at the Trailer Park

Joodles: Lannie come quick! Someone stole our house!!

Lannie: Ah quite yer bellowin’ girl, it’s still there. Jes can’t see it behind these discount trees I bought.
Joodles: Enough!! Enough with the lawn stuff! Christmas is half over for cryin’ out loud.

On the Seventh Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me
Seven Fake Coniferous Trees. 
(or just the cones of said trees, depending on where you live)

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My True Love Gave to Me….

Down at Florida Seaside Villa

Lancelot: Honey, just wait til you see what a deal I got on white balls.

Judith: Oh sweetie, the pattern on them matches the little sleigh ornament Aunt Millie sent!
Lancelot: Meant to be dear. Bought four, got one free.
Judith: My gracious, if you keep this up we’ll have to get more trees.

Penguin 1: Oh yeah man, Key West was totally lit. We sang back-up for Jimmy Buffett and drank margaritas all day.

Meanwhile, over at the Trailer Park

Joodles: Now what are ya draggin’ home?
Lannie: Snowman parts. Buy four get one free!
Joodles: How you gonna get them lifted?
Lannie: Same ways I lifts ever’thin’.

Lannie: Okay, Blue, when I says haul, giv’er.
Joodles: Oh My God, be careful, remember the Milton steeple!

Lannie: Well don’t jes stand there, git me down!
Joodles: Not until you promise not to buy any more decorations. Why couldn’t you just get a couple more trees or somethin’. It’s Florida, for Pete’s sake, not snowman country.

On the Fifth Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me
Five White Balls

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…My True Love Sent to Me

Down at Florida Seaside Villa

Judith: Oh those penguins are so precious dear, but better bring them inside. Too easy to carry them off.
Lancelot: But I got them with little built in bells so we can hear them being moved. Nifty, eh?
Judith: Over your snores? Better bring them in, honey.
Penguin 1: Bit hot here wouldn’t you say?
Penguin 3: Sure is, wanna head downtown see if we can find an iceberg?
Penguin 2: Hey, what’s that hangin’ in the palm tree? Hope that’s not what they plan for us!!

Lancelot: Well, if they start to tinkle in the night we’ll know we’ve been invaded. At least this time they all have their noses.
Judith: Beaks, dear. They all have their beaks.
Penguin 1: At least its a little cooler here by the fire.
Penguin 3: Sheesh, what do you suppose happened to that guy’s beak?
Penguin 2: Oh the horror.

Meanwhile over at the Trailer Park:

Joodles: Lannie, come quick. It’s gone!!

Lannie: What dang blasted so and so made off with my in-fa-latable snowmen?? #**!!%%**! Get yer purse my duckie, we’re goin’ to the Goodwill.

Joodles: Aaaw luh! Dat little one is some cute!
Lannie: Aint’ it tho. And I put bells on ’em so’s they’d tinkle if someone moved ’em.
Joodles: Tinkle. Teehee, you said tinkle.

On the Third Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me
Three Tinkling Waterfowl

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