The "Twelve Days of Christmas" Bankruptcy
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: a bankruptcy filing.
The price of partridges, pear trees and French hens has soared. So, if you give your true love every item on every day of the "Twelve Days of Christmas," the price tag is now more than a hundred thousand dollars for the first time.
Labor costs aren't the problem. Paying for drummers drumming, pipers piping, ladies dancing, maids-a-milking and lords-a-leaping has mostly held steady, reflecting high unemployment and sluggish wages.
I do wonder how they put a price on lords-a-leaping. How are you going to get lords to leap? Certainly not the royal wedding bunch, although you never know with rowdy Prince Harry.
The seven swans-a-swimming are the killer: just one set runs sixty three hundred bucks, according to PNC Capital Management, the folks who calculate all this.
Partridges cost the least, but the pear trees they're supposed to be in don't come cheap. The price of turtle doves, French hens and geese- a- laying flew up, but inflation hasn't hit the calling birds.
I'd love to see someone give all this to their true love, but unless you own a dairy farm, who would want maids a milking?
