For those so inclined come hither to hear, As the 12 Days of Christmas are about to appear, The celebrative time it soon does begin, With pear trees and partridge, and me drinking gin. And on they’ll continue with spirit and cheer, As I collect all my thoughts and the ‘morrow comes near, Through maids and swans and doves and those lords, Until I have exhausted all my culinary words. A tip or recipe daily to celebrate the song, I’ll offer my thoughts to each day they belong, W