The 12 days of Christmas? No! The 12 Sprouts of Christmas!
Love them or loathe them, Sprouts are an integral part of Christmas. Some might even say a tradition. Here’s my alternative 12 days of Christmas, with a Sprouty twist!
Below is a slideshow of all 12 images of the series, have you got a favourite from the 78 different sprouts?
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You can see all 12 images below in a more static way, so you can scroll at your own leisure…
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
A Sprout.
In a pear tree.
Here’s a delightful Sprout, adorning fake wings and a fake beak.
He’s climbed up in the Pear tree to see if he can fly. To the amusement of all the jolly pears.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Two Turtle sprouts.
Teenage, Mutant, Ninja sprouts..
A Pair of sprouts, wearing red and blue masks respectively, ready to fight Christmas crime.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Three French sprouts.
Typically stereotypical, non?
One in a beret and moncrome striped top, another doing the can-can and the last being a mime-artist. How do you draw a french cartoon sprout without being stereotypical?
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Four calling sprouts.
Socializing, unsocially.
Four sprouts, all oblivious to rhe world around them, because they are on their phones.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Fiiiiive Goooo-ooold Sprouts!
Ooh! They’re so shiny!
Five very shiny, golden sprouts.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Six sprouts a-laying.
Well, it’s hatd work being a national treasure.
All cozied up, asleep on their pillows, these six lovely sprouts are getting their beauty sleep.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Seven sprouts a-swimming.
Come on in, it’s lovely and warm… Oh, hang on….
Unaware of their impending doom as dinnertime looms, seven swimming sprouts enjoy their differing strokes, snorkels and floatation aids.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Eight sprouts a-milking.
Have you ever met a lactose-intolerant sprout?
These girls* don’t just enjoy getting the milk from the cows, they love drinking it’s calcium-rich, yummy, goodness!
*Yes, I said girls. Girls can be milkmaids too, y’know?
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Nine sprouts line-dancing.
Everybody Do-Si-Do!
In their best western attire, seven sprouts kick and turn in synchronicity.
Yee-haa!
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Ten sprouts a-leaping.
Happiness is just a hop-skip-jump away. Mentally.
Leaping along the track, these ten olympic sprouts in shorts and sports shoes, are going as fast as they can!
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Eleven sprouts a-piping.
Sprouts who pipe.
There’s musical pipes, pirate pipes, copper pipes and a half-pipe. Even a chef piping some icing on a cake!
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Twelve sprouts a-drumming.
A rum-pa-pum-pum!
All manner of drums, all manner of drummers! 12 to be precise!
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Dean Perry aka pickledpizza 