On the fifth day of
Christmas, my true love sent to me
five gold rings…
My dear
Jonathan, 12-30
Thank you so
very much for your gift of five gold rings. I wore them all, but couldn’t
decide which hand, or which fingers to wear them on, and they caught at my
needlework so. But I’ve solved ALL my problems—except for the poor partridge’s
dilemma. I pawned the rings and bought birdseed and hired my neighbor’s
stableman to build a bird pen and clean my front lawn. The aroma lingers, but I
can step outside again now, if I wear my galoshes.
Love,
Alicia.
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