|I don't know about real swans, but apparently towel swans eat chocolate.|
Swans really aren't my thing though. They're pretty and graceful and everything, but they like flat water ponds, and I prefer my water with a little motion to it. Or a lot. For my seventh day of Christmas, I want to go surfing. Where? Well I've got a few spots in mind. The north shore of Oahu...Gold Coast in Australia...Jeffreys Bay in South Africa...any of these would be just fine. Of course, those are all really big wave places, so it would probably be safest for me to stay on the shore. That's OK though. As long as they'll let me carry a surfboard and look the part, I'm perfectly fine with that.
Heading into the second half of the song then...
On the seventh day of Christmas, what you should get for me...
Seven Spots for Surfing
Six Beaches for Playing,
Five Olympic Rings....
Four Star Wars Angry Birds
Three Healthy Children
Two nights at Turtle Bay, and a
Hotel room in a pine tree.
Written by Steve Pratt