A Partridge In A Pear Tree

The tree is up, lights are on, and carols are in the air

like how the partridge is on the pear.

The 1st of December has much fun left to spare,

When the last crimson colors blaze,

And the red autumn leaves of the maple cling

You know that dreamy November was gone in a gaze

Who knows that the morrow can bring

Alas! The time of gift-giving

Oh, what will my true love’s gift for me be?

But as she was slowly hinting,

These were the words she said to me

“It is under the alders, along with the brooks

Under the hemlocks, along the hill,

Spreading their plumage with furtive looks,

Pecking the leaves daintily at will

You’ll get it on the first day,

So open your doors at the sight of light

No need to thank me, nor repay

For your smile so bright will suffice”

Think think think

But no particular thing came to mind

What on earth will she give me on the first of December?

How can I be so blind?

I open my door, as per her wishes

This Particular gift bewilders me

For on the first day of Christmas,

My lover sent to me a partridge in a pear tree.

The first day is of course a great feast,

But can this bird stop poking holes on my sheets ?!

I would like so bad for it to be released

But the 12 days of Christmas end on Epiphany bearing gifts

Can someone please explain

How on the first day

Why my lover would give me such pain?

I hope this gets better the next day!