1st day of the twelve days of Christmas

We are being twelve-dayed. Each night someone rings our bell and leaves a gift. This is the first day's gift. I will try to post them all as I get them; that way if someone else wants to do this they can.

Today's gift: a note, a basket, and two pears tied with real cute, polka-dot ribbon.

The paper reads as follows:

'Twas the first day of Christmas and all through your house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
'Cept suddenly one little soul did appear,
It's your Christmas friends bringing you holiday cheer.

Tonight calls for a partridge for your pear tree,
But partridges are tough to catch, you see.
Now, how ' bout a yummy pear, instead of the bird.
Indeed it tastes good, or so we have heard.

Tonight's the first night, this sign you have been given,
One ring of your doorbell, not six and not seven,
From every night hence you will hear the bell ring
To signal the arrival of a Christmas thing.

Now beware of this warning - your friends will be here,
But you better not look, or they'll disappear,
And then all your gifts that were carefully planned
On some other front porch will surprisingly land.