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Let Inga Tell You: The 12 Days of Christmas

The holidays are a season of eating.
The holidays are a season of eating.
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On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

A big box of French pastry.



On the second day of Christmas, my colleague gave to me

Two chocolate cheesecakes.


On the third day of Christmas, my neighbor gave to me


Three dozen Christmas cookies.


On the fourth day of Christmas, my good friend gave to me

Four homemade jams.


On the fifth day of Christmas, my niece sent to me

Five gingerbread men.



On the sixth day of Christmas, my uncle sent to me

Six nougat nut rolls.


On the seventh day of Christmas, my baker friend made for me

A seven-layer yule log.


On the eighth day of Christmas, my brother mailed to me

Eight kinds of dried fruit.



On the ninth day of Christmas, my younger son sent to me

Nine miniature tortes.


On the tenth day of Christmas, my older son sent to me

Ten ounces Almond Roca


On the eleventh day of Christmas, my grandson gave to me

Eleven chocolate Santas.


On the twelfth day of Christmas, my sister sent to me

Twelve little fruitcakes.


By the 13th day of Christmas, it was all in me:

12 little fruitcakes

11 chocolate Santas

10 ounces Almond Roca

9 tiny tortes

8 kinds of fruit cake

7 layer yule log

6 nougat nut rolls

5 gingerbread men

4 homemade jellies

3 dozen Christmas cookies

2 chocolate cheesecakes

1 box of pastry

And I think I will have a coronaree.


Inga’s lighthearted looks at life appear regularly in La Jolla Light. Reach her at

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