[“Let Inga Tell You,” La Jolla Light, published Dec. 21, 2016] ©2016
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A big box of French pastry.
On the second day of Christmas, my colleague gave to me
Two chocolate cheesecakes.
On the third day of Christmas, my neighbor gave to me
Three dozen Christmas cookies.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my good friend gave to me
Four homemade jams.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my niece sent to me
Five gingerbread men.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my uncle sent to me
Six nougat nut rolls.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my baker friend made for me
A seven-layer yule log.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my brother mailed to me
Eight kinds of dried fruit.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my younger son sent to me
Nine miniature tortes.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my older son sent to me
Ten ounces Almond Roca
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my grandson gave to me
Eleven chocolate Santas.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my sister sent to me
Twelve little fruitcakes.
By the 13th day of Christmas, it was all in me:
12 little fruitcakes
11 chocolate Santas
10 ounces Almond Roca
9 tiny tortes
8 kinds of fruit cake
7 layer yule log
6 nougat nut rolls
5 gingerbread men
4 homemade jellies
3 dozen Christmas cookies
2 chocolate cheesecakes
1 box of pastry
And I think I will have a coronaree.
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