12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

On the first day of Christmas,
My true love sent
A Dear John Letter to me.

On the second day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Two bombs a bursting,
And a Dear John Letter to me.

On the third day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Three mortars landing,
Two bombs a bursting,
And a Dear John Letter to me.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four snipers sniping,
Three mortars landing,
Two bombs a bursting,
And a Dear John Letter to me.


On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five squads attacking,
Four snipers sniping,
Three mortars landing,
Two bombs a bursting,
And a Dear John Letter to me.


On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six tanks a firing,
Five squads attacking,
Four snipers sniping,
Three mortars landing,
Two bombs a bursting,
And a Dear John Letter to me.


On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven Arabs charging,
Six tanks a firing,
Five squads attacking,
Four snipers sniping,
Three mortars landing,
Two bombs a bursting,
And a Dear John Letter to me.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight rockets spewing,
Seven Arabs charging,
Six tanks a firing,
Five squads attacking,
Four snipers sniping,
Three mortars landing,
Two bombs a bursting,
And a Dear John Letter to me.


On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine wounded buddies,
Eight rockets spewing,
Seven Arabs charging,
Six tanks a firing,
Five squads attacking,
Four snipers sniping,
Three mortars landing,
Two bombs a bursting,
And a Dear John Letter to me.



On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten Sergeants screaming,
Nine wounded buddies,
Eight rockets spewing,
Seven Arabs screaming,
Six tanks a firing,
Five squads attacking,
Four snipers sniping,
Three mortars landing,
Two bombs a bursting,
And a Dear John Letter to me.



On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven planes a landing,
Ten Sergeants screaming,
Nine wounded buddies,
Eight rockets spewing,
Seven Arabs charging,
Six tanks a firing,
Five squads attacking,
Four snipers sniping,
Three mortars landing,
Two bombs a bursting,
And a Dear John Letter to me.


On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve bugles playing,
Eleven planes a landing,
Ten Sergeants screaming,
Nine wounded buddies,
Eight rockets spewing,
Seven Arabs charging,
Six tanks a firing,
Five squads attacking,
Four snipers sniping,
Three mortars landing,
Two bombs a bursting,
And a Dear John Letter to me.