On the Sixth Day of Christmas

[This correspondence began on 25th December…]

30th December

Dear Edward,
Whatever I expected to find when I opening the front door this morning, it certainly wasn’t six socking great geese laying eggs all over the doorstep. Frankly, I rather hoped you had stopped sending me birds—we have no room for them and they have already ruined the croquet lawn. I know you meant well, but—let’s call a halt, shall we?
Love, Emily

[…and continues on 31st December]