Christmas Pud!

It’s Christmas day Hip hip hooray With festive cheer And our family here The feast begins Amidst all our grins Crackers pulled, mottos read Fancy hats upon each head With turkey eaten We’ll not be beaten Enter the flaming pud Which looks so good But whence it came? This pudding of fame ‘Twas a Roman cook Where first we look Making pottage of meat and veg Placing in readiness on a window ledge By the fourteenth century frumenty it became Meat with fruit, wine and spices, it was not the same This soupy dish was a fasting meal A preparation for Christmas was the deal With added eggs, breadcrumbs and fruit it changed once more Plum pudding lasted until banned under Puritan law The arrival of King George, the ‘Pudding King’ Got the outlawed pud back in the swing For his royal feast he did declare Plum pudding would be the dessert fayre By Victorian days the meat had gone Enter the Christmas pud known by everyone Merry Christmas!