I’m trying to get into the festive mood for the holidays. Sadly, I won’t be going snowmobiling with my father-in-law this year as strangely, there’s no snow in Princeton, Minn.
There’s plenty here in Colorado Springs. There are also plenty of complaints on how this city doesn’t plow the roads.
On the first day of Christmas, wrestling gave to me … a big ol’ stop-sign trophy.
On the second day of Christmas, wrestling gave to me … two cauliflower ears.
On the third day of Christmas, wrestling gave to me … three two-minute periods.
On the fourth day of Christmas, wrestling gave to me … four wrestling mats.
On the fifth day of Christmas, wrestling gave to me … five Olympic Rings.
On the sixth day of Christmas, wrestling gave to me … six pairs of Asics.
On the seventh day of Christmas, wrestling gave to me … seven shots a-finishing.
On the eighth day of Christmas, wrestling gave to me … eight trips to Fargo.
On the ninth day of Christmas, wrestling gave to me … nine pounds to lose.
On the tenth day of Christmas, wrestling gave to me … ten opponents weeping.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, wrestling gave to me … eleven seeding meetings.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, wrestling gave to me … 12 Olympic Champs.
Now sing it. Sure, it’s kinda corny, but I had some help. Chris Moen, a proud Minnesotan (and Bronco fan?) had some good ones thrown in here.
If you try to sing it … you’ll probably end up sitting at the kids table.
Now here’s you chance. Comment below with your 12 Days of Wrestling Christmas!
