The 12 Days of Grilling

It seems that my beer Christmas countdown sparked a bit of imagination with Bean. At the end of our family get together this past Saturday, Bean and Anne performed (as in just sang...if they had time there might have been a floorshow too) an original little ditty called "The 12 Days of Grilling". Apparently, Bean and Anne each equally scribed the words which is of course sung in the tune of The 12 Days of Christmas. So, without no further ado, I give you their rendition of The 12 Days of Grilling:

On the first day of grilling my true love gave to me, a spatula from the grilling aisle
On the second day of grilling my true love gave to me, two plates full (for Michael)
On the third day of grilling my true love gave to me, three singing mothers
On the fourth day of grilling my true love gave to me, four hungry men
On the fifth day of grilling my true love gave to me, five golden grills
On the sixth day of grilling my true love gave to me, six pavlovas (for Matthew)
On the seventh day of grilling my true love gave to me, seven mugs of beer
On the eighth day of grilling my true love gave to me, eight mashed potatoes
On the ninth day of grilling my true love gave to me, nine broccoli
On the tenth day of grilling my true love gave to me, ten cookbooks open
On the eleventh day of grilling my true love gave to me, eleven turkeys roasting
On the twelfth day of grilling my true love gave to me, twelve place settings

Twelve place settings, eleven turkeys roasting, ten cookbooks open, nine broccoli, eight mashed potatoes, seven mugs of beer, six pavlovas, five golden grills, four hungry men, three singing mothers, two plates full and a spatula from the grilling aisle....

Nice job you two, nice job.