If The 12 Days Of Christmas Were Based On North Dakota

I've never been much of a singer.

Mainly because I have a voice for radio, and that's about it. I can't hold a tune in a bucket. That doesn't mean I don't enjoy music, but it keeps me away from caroling this time of year (does anybody do that anymore?).

I heard the 12 Days of Christmas being sung over the loudspeaker at the grocery store last night, and that got me thinking. If the 12 Days of Christmas were based on a North Dakota Christmas, what would it sound like? Again, I'm not going to sing it for you; I'll let you handle that for yourselves, but I've got the lyrics, which I think are pretty appropriate for our state, if I do say so myself.

So here goes, "The 12 Days of Christmas" North Dakota style.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...A pheasant flushing from a tree. (Would you expect anything else from me?)

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Two Medora sunsets and a pheasant flushing from a tree.

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Three lefse rolls, two Medora sunsets, and a pheasant flushing from a tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Four perfect walleyes, three lefse rolls, two Medora sunsets, and a pheasant flushing from a tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Five frost-bit toes, four perfect walleyes, three lefse rolls, two Medora sunsets, and a pheasant flushing from a tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Six bison roaming, five frost-bit toes, four perfect walleyes, three lefse rolls, two Medora sunsets, and a pheasant flushing from a tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Seven cows escaping, six bison roaming, five frost-bit toes, four perfect walleye, three lefse rolls, two Medora sunsets, and a pheasant flushing from a tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Eight blizzards blowing, seven cows escaping, six bison roaming, five frost-bit toes, four perfect walleyes, three lefse rolls, two Medora sunsets, and a pheasant flushing from a tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Nine hockey parents yelling, eight blizzards blowing, seven cows escaping, six bison roaming, five frost-bit toes, four perfect walleyes, three lefse rolls, two Medora sunsets, and a pheasant flushing from a tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Ten tractors starting, nine hockey parents yelling, eight blizzards blowing, seven cows escaping, six bison roaming, five frost-bit toes, four perfect walleyes, three lefse rolls, two Medora sunsets, and a pheasant flushing from a tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Eleven oil rigs glowing, ten tractors starting, nine hockey parents yelling, eight blizzards blowing, seven cows escaping, six bison roaming, five frost-bit toes, four perfect walleyes, three lefse rolls, two Medora sunsets, and a pheasant flushing from a tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...12 coal trucks rolling, eleven oil rigs glowing, ten tractors starting, nine hockey parents yelling, eight blizzards blowing, seven cows escaping, six bison roaming, five frost-bit toes, four perfect walleyes, three lefse rolls, two Medora sunsets, and a pheasant flushing from a tree.

Merry Christmas, Capital Region, and to all of North Dakota, a good night.