Here’s my list of what I want for the twelve days of Christmas.
Not a partridge in a pear tree but assistance to stop illegal logging of our trees by Guatemalans in the Chiquibul Reserve.
I want no turtle doves since they represent Said and Ralph, the two turtle doves who nearly ruined us.
Substitute three Belizean turkeys for the three French hens.
I don’t need four calling birds. I just want to sort out the mess at BTL that Said and Ralph cooked up with Lord Michael and laid on our premier calling bird.
I think I would prefer five donations to good causes instead of five gold rings.
Six hens a-laying with lots of tasty eggs for children in need would come in handy.
Seven swans a-swimming seems impractical so give me seven bridges to replace those knocked out by floods.
Eight maids a-milking will give us all the milk and cheese to build strong bones and teeth in our children.
I hope that nine ladies dancing will be nine ladies who have run for and been elected to political office.
I don’t need ten lords a-leaping. Can we arrange for just one Lord, you know who I mean, to leap far away from Belize.
Then we will have more than eleven pipers piping and twelve drummers drumming in praise and relief that Lord Michael’s burdensome presence has been eradicated at last.
