CHRISTMAS WITH MOTHER-IN-LAW

Written by: Suzette Richards

*It was thirty two Celsius in the shade
The grass had turned brown – every blade!
Children thankfully in the garden pool
The cat and dog finding a spot to cool

Mother-in-law making short shift of G & T’s
Her coiffed hair in a beehive tease
Sadly sagging together with her mood
Every five minutes: “Where is the food?”

“Mother, snow is on its way – I promise!”
The weather I can’t control – one would surmise
Skies clouded over and hailstones rained down
Her car was dented and now a permanent frown

We sat down to turkey and sage stuffing
In this heat, I did not fancy all the fluffing
Brandy Tarts replaced the Christmas pudding
Mother-in-law her tummy now a rubbing 

My food was obviously given the blame
The Crepe Suzette with brandy set aflame 
Her blonde hair set on fire – singed black
I don’t expect to see Mother-in-law soon back

*December is one of our hottest months. My mother-in-law hails from the UK and every Christmas we had to suffer her complaining about the weather...

16/12/12