On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me six geese a’laying …
Dearest Jonathan, 12-31
Don’t you think six laying geese are a bit much? They have overwhelmed my small fowl pen, and my cook Matilda has to carry a huge basket out to gather so many large eggs. At her advanced age, this is an absurd burden. Also, their appetites (and the accompanying problem) are proportional to their large size. Please, Jonathan, I’m already convinced of your good will. I need no more evidence.