All is lit

 What you doing for Christmas Mum ? 

My eldest daughter said

I did a gentle hum

As I tossed some thoughts in my head

I hadn’t done Christmas Dinner for years

Could I do it ? 

Combat all my fears 

The fire in my heart had been lit

Shall I do one ? 

I’d totted up the number 8

Not done one for 8 years, should be fun

Or was I tempting fate ? 

Ok, my daughter agreed

I’d also tell my son

They’d be glad from cooking they were freed

At last, I’d be doing one ! 

I did the shopping list

I went and fetched

My daughter is pregnant, so no getting pissed 

Christmas Roast Ingredients in my mind were  etched,

Pigs in Blankets, 

The odd Brussel Sprout

Non-alcoholic drinks, 

Booze was out 

Quickly the day was approaching 

I was panicky to say the least

8 years not roasting 

Had magnified into a Beast

The day dawned

I slowly cooked the roast 

8 long years, I yawned, 

I couldn’t yet boast

Near the end of cooking time

I decided to check the meat

It surely would be fine

As the oven threw out it’s heat

To my horror, I shouted FIRE ! 

My son and daughter came rushing in

Their faces looked dire

As we contemplated the din

I looked at my son for wisdom

The lights were on, but no-one in

My daughter just looked glum 

I got a jug of water and quickly threw it in

The Fire leapt in leaps and bounds 

But it did go out

My children patted me as I looked upon their frowns

I think they appreciated my dinner, better than getting nowt

We all ate, it tasted good !

We’d forgotten about the fire

Yours again next year Mum ? My son looked up

I slowly replied, I think that you’re a Liar ! 

Copyright 

Kizzy York aka K.J.Oakes 5/1/2021