I thought everyone might be interested to know, in brief, that I’ve been laughing non-stop for the past ten minutes. At what?, you ask. Well, this afternoon, I came screeching to the revelation that I have, in fact, and without realizing it, been both saying and singing it wrong for my entire life. What’s even more humorous to me, moreso than my illogical error, is my consistent failure to notice that illogicality.
What on Earth am I talking about?, you ask. Well, the song “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” that’s what. See, today I realized that when singing that time-honored Christmas hymn, one does not say, “On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me…” Rather, one says, “On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me” (or gave). I realized that upon discovering, quite randomly, that the former makes absolutely no sense whatsoever and I’m truly at a loss as to how that never occurred to me.