A Christmas Prayer

Dear Lord this year to save time being lost
remind me- Turkey, Christmas Eve- defrost.
And when it's in the oven, leave no doubt
that I forgot to take the giblets out.
Five loaves, two fishes you fed five thousand,
may I feed six with far less food to hand
since each year bags of food we buy a few
the wheelie bin eats better than we do.
You love little children, what joy they bring,
for me, as tranquilizer, Sherry's king.
I pray , Lord, as I open my gift box
I look pleased with my snowman themed bed socks.
Please let me use only the choicest words
when queueing for pork pies at dawn, at 'Birds' *.
We thank you for the gift of Brussels sprouts
and hinged windows to let the odours out.
Peace keeper may I be as it gets late
and nobody offers to wash the plates.
Above all, Lord, may I remember who
this season is about, and it is you.


* Birds is our local bakery
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Lindley Avatar
December 14, 2016 at 8:36 AM
I love this honest prayer my friend. I've never been a big fan of Brussel sprouts, but turkey and dressing I make a hog of myself eating. A fine Christmas meal, family, good friends, great food and a fine time had by all. That is the great blessing.......
Krampe Avatar
December 13, 2016 at 12:08 PM
I imagine many cooks share your prayer, Viv. Fun poem. Btw, Brussel sprouts roasted with maple glazed pecans have changed many a Brussel sprout hater's heart ;)
Wigley Avatar
December 14, 2016 at 12:53 AM
I must try that, Agnes, sounds lovely. Thanks for dropping by. Viv x
Murray Avatar
December 12, 2016 at 3:53 PM
Viv, I would love a seat at that table on Xmas day.You're crackers!!
Wigley Avatar
December 14, 2016 at 12:53 AM
Yes, Jean, it's official. I trust you will have a houseful this year. Viv x
Smith Avatar
December 9, 2016 at 9:20 AM
Great natured piece Viv, I'm reminded again of another reason to loath Brussels sprouts...
Wigley Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 1:56 AM
They are the wind beneath my wings, Charlie. Thanks for dropping by. Regards, Viv
P  Avatar
December 9, 2016 at 8:19 AM
This brought a smile to my heart, laughed when I got to giblets. 'Tis the season for poignant endings and you succeeded and then some.
P  Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 11:16 AM
Yep, put Christ back into Christmas.
Wigley Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 1:56 AM
Thanks, Paloma, sometimes we need reminding what this season is all about, methinks. Viv x
Andresen Avatar
December 9, 2016 at 3:38 AM
- A deep beautiful prayer from your heart, Viv - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Wigley Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 1:57 AM
Taak, Anne-Lise, love your new hat , not sure about the nose job :)
Daniel Avatar
December 9, 2016 at 3:12 AM
A very honest prayer, Viv:)
Wigley Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 1:57 AM
Thanks, Jo, one year I may have burgers instead. With custard.
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