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
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