On the twelfth day of Christmas,
kryscat sent to me...
Twelve museums snuggling
Eleven parasols wandering
Ten candles a-cuddling
Nine backrubs baking
Eight thunderstorms a-reading
Seven books a-sleeping
Six games a-flirting
Five bre-e-e-ead makers
Four victorian boots
Three good books
Two hot tubs
...and a heliophobia in an ancient history.