Twelve days of Christmas

On the twelfth day of Christmas

my true love sent to me:
nothing because he’s fictional
nothing because he’s fictional
nothing because he’s fictional
nothing because he’s fictional
nothing because he’s fictional
nothing because he’s fictional
nothing because he’s fictional
nothing because he’s fictional
nothing because he’s fictional
nothing because he’s fictional
nothing because he’s fictional
NOTHING BECAUSE HE’S FICTIONAL AND DEAD