In the song it was three French Hens, which, if we are honest is the last thing we want after all that Turkey. There is a suggestion that the song was a memory aid for catholics: a catechism song and the French hens represented the three virtues of faith, hope and charity or the holy trinity of father, son and the holy toast. The third day was also a feast day of St John the Apostle, who is the patron saint of love, loyalty, friendship, authors and bin bags.
On the third day of Christmas some people have gone back to work, many haven’t but all are confused about the day. Whether you are celebrating with three French hens, left over Turkey,the third day of cheesemas or having to take extra long walks with the dog to counteract the turkey farts the third day conversation will be the same.
“Is it bin day?”
“I don’t know. Is it Tuesday or Wednesday today?”
“I think it’s Wednesday.”
“Then it should be bin day.”
“No one else has their bins out.”
“Probably all still drunk.”
“No, I think the day changes over Christmas.”
“What if we miss out this week.”
“That can’t happen. The food bin is full.”
“How can it be full? We’re still eating leftovers.”
“Turkey carcass, vegetable peelings and egg shells.”
“Thank goodness you’re not making me eat them.”
“I think it must just move on a day.”
“So, we need to put the bins out tonight then?”
“Yes. Normal bins or recycling bags?”
This is where you really need to call on the patron saint of bin bags.
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