The year 2020 is coming to a close. In a short few days, we will be able to release the breath we have all been holding since mid-March and ring in a new year. 2020 has been described as “unprecedented,” “a dumpster fire,” and “apocalyptic.” I, for one, think “2020” should be a word in and of itself. It can be used as a verb: “Don’t 2020 that test!” It can be used as an adjective: “I have had such a 2020 day.” It can be used in every part of everyday speech: “I followed the recipe but the cake was such a 2020.” Merriam-Webster, holla at me for ideas.
For a year that made Zoom calls the norm and masks fashion, it is only appropriate to mark its end with song. We all know “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” but do you know “The 12 months of 2020”? Bonus points if you can make this fit the tune.
- In the 1st month of 2020, my true love sent to me, Australia wild fires.
- In the 2nd month of 2020, my true love sent to me, talks of some novel virus.
- In the 3rd month of 2020, my true love sent to me, a global pandemic and quarantine rations.
- In the 4th month of 2020, my true love sent to me, Joe Exotic and “woah” dance moves.
- In the 5th month of 2020, my true love sent to me, stretchy pants and murder hornets.
- In the 6th month of 2020, my true love sent to me, riots, curfews, and locust plagues.
- In the 7th month of 2020, my true love sent to me, a threat of the bubonic plague.
- In the 8th month of 2020, my true love sent to me, West Coast wildfires.
- In the 9th month of 2020, my true love sent to me, a hurricane and the loss of trailblazer RBG.
- In the 10th month of 2020, my true love sent to me, a few more hurricanes.
- In the 11th month of 2020, my true love sent to me, social distanced Thanksgiving and a new President and VP-elect.
- In the 12th month of 2020, my true love sent to me, the promise of a vaccine and a hopeful end to the pandemic.
And a partridge in a pear tree.
Let’s 2020 the rest of 2020 in the most 2020 way.
