12 Days of India Christmas

When you are stuck in an airport in India smelling terrible India smells for ten hours rewriting classic Christmas songs is a terrific waste of time.

Yesterday we passed people walking the 600 hundred kilometers to Kerala in the southern tip of India on a pilgrimage. After missing our morning flight from IndiGo Air, a joke of an airline we have spent the morning at the airport waiting for our next flight and joking that we should walk and do our own pilgrimage to Kerala; we might get there faster.

The 12 Days of Christmas in India

On the first day of Christmas India gave to me a bowl of chicken curry.

On the second day of Christmas India gave to me two families on motorbikes and a bowl of chicken curry.

On the third day of Christmas India gave to me three curry bums, two families on motorbikes and a bowl of chicken curry.

On the fourth day of Christmas India gave to me four sari wearing jay walkers, three curry bums, two families on motorbikes and a bowl of chicken curry.

On the fifth day of Christmas India to me five trasssshhhhh eating cowwwsssss!

Four sari wearing jay walkers, three curry bums, two families on motorbikes and a bowl of chicken curry.

On the sixth day of Christmas India gave to me six dudes a pee’ in, five trasssshhhh eating cowwwssss, four sari wearing jay walkers, three curry bums, two families on motorbikes, and a bowl of chicken curry.

On the seventh day of Christmas India gave to me, seven farting bullocks, six dudes a pee’ in, five trasssshhhh eating cowwwssss, four sari wearing jay walkers, three curry bums, two families on motorbikes, and a bowl of chicken curry.

On the eight day of Christmas India gave to me eight rickshaws a swerving, seven farting bullocks, six dudes a pee’ in, five trasssshhhh eating cowwssss, four sari wearing jay walkers, three curry bums, two families on motorbikes, and a bowl of chicken curry.

On the ninth day of Christmas India gave to me nine eucalyptus trees, eight rickshaws a swerving, seven farting bullocks, six dudes a pee’ in, five trasssshhhh eating cowwssss, four sari wearing jay walkers, three curry bums, two families on motorbikes, and a bowl of chicken curry.

On the tenth day of Christmas India gave to me ten lost Ola drivers, nine eucalyptus trees, eight rickshaws a swerving, seven farting bullocks, six dudes a pee’ in, five trasssshhhh eating cowwssss, four sari wearing jay walkers, three curry bums, two families on motorbikes, and a bowl of chicken curry

On the eleventh day of Christmas India gave to me eleven India nods, ten lost Ola drivers, nine eucalyptus trees, eight rickshaws a swerving, seven farting bullocks, six dudes a pee’ in, five trasssshhhh eating cowwssss, four sari wearing jay walkers, three curry bums, two families on motorbikes, and a bowl of chicken curry.

On the twelfth day of Christmas India gave to me twelve dhobis washing, eleven India nods, ten lost Ola drivers, nine eucalyptus trees, eight rickshaws a swerving, seven farting bullocks, six dudes a pee’ in, five trasssshhhh eating cowwssss, four sari wearing jay walkers, three curry bums, two families on motorbikes, and a bowl of chicken currrrryyy!!!

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