I am amused by the silliness, and also by the curious appropriateness (propriety?) of the things a-whatevering.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, owldaughter sent to me…

Twelve plays studying

Eleven soundtracks writing

Ten candles a-curling

Nine books acting

Eight vikings a-reading

Seven brontes a-singing

Six myths a-learning

Five bla-a-a-ank notebooks

Four used bookstores

Three fairy tales

Two robertson davies

…and a literature in an alternative spirituality.

Get your own Twelve Days:

Four used bookstores! Singing Brontes! Writing soundtracks! Why am I giving these things away?

Except that last, of course. I do that with pleasure.