Mum's Christmas Dinner

She stays awake for hours, cutting Xs in the sprouts,
Then peels all the tatties, a ton or thereabouts,
Slicing and dicing parsnips is next up in the plan,
Chops up carrots and a swede, and put them in a pan,
Mixes up her sage and onion and stuffs it in the bird,
Along with some pork sausage meat that’s been pre-prepared,
She takes apart the oven, to fit the turkey in,
Hangs it up with bits of string, there’s no room in the tin,
Wraps sausages in bacon, in case they catch a chill,
But makes sure they‘re all cooked thoroughly, so the family won’t get ill,
Cooks the bird for hours, while the table’s being laid,
With all the finest crockery (and some of lower grade),
Makes space around the table, brings in extra chairs,
Adorns the place with candles and other Christmas wares,
Lays out a Christmas cracker in everybody’s place,
Complete with rather tacky joke, no doubt of a straight face,
And brings out all the condiments, the pickles and the sauce,
The salt and pepper, the mustard and radish known as “horse”,
Next she makes the starter, the simplest course by far,
A cocktail made up of prawns and a sauce out of a jar.
The family then all piles in, and argues over seats,
The children are already full of chocolates and treats,
Grandmother is mumbling, “Kids should be seen not heard”,
Meanwhile back in the kitchen Mum’s wrestling with the bird,
She tries to carve up slices, but ends up with turkey chunks,
While Dad and Gramps have become a pair of Christmas drunks,
They start an argument about which wine goes with the meat,
And restless children run around, not staying in their seat,
Mother tries to keep her calm and bravely soldiers on,
But the roasties are all blackened and the sprouts are over done,
Mum enters the dining room looking very puffed,
She throws the turkey down and shouts ,“There you go! Get stuffed!”


18th November 2012
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Laurie Avatar
June 29, 2018 at 2:04 AM
G'day Sharon … your poem is so real that you could have written at my place, although we have chicken instead of turkey - really enjoyable - Lindsay
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December 24, 2012 at 5:22 PM
Congrats on your winning work..Sara
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December 24, 2012 at 5:19 AM
Good morning, Sharon ,, A nice warm congratulations for the very nice win in Francine's "Christmas Dinner with Humor" Wishing you the best holidays to come. Merry Christmas and a happy new year. Love~LINDA
Cavanaugh Avatar
December 23, 2012 at 5:35 PM
I love this witty poem of yours. A very well deserved big win. were "........,so the family won't get ill" and "...........,"There you go! Get stuffed" On the last line you can actually feel the stress. Great poem.
Gildersleeve Avatar
December 22, 2012 at 5:20 AM
Congrats Sharon for your wonderful wind. Best Wishes for the holidays to you and your family. Connie
Song Avatar
December 21, 2012 at 6:07 PM
Hiya Sharon!! Impressive rhymin' story of your mum's wonderful Christmas meal!! Congrats! gwendolen
Dietrich Avatar
December 21, 2012 at 4:50 PM
sharon, you did a great job of telling this detailed story in rhyme. A very thorough write and much enjoyed,Congrats on your win.
Ryerson Avatar
December 21, 2012 at 3:34 PM
A rollicking Christmas tale, Sharon! (although it's made me rather hungry) Congratulations and Happy Holidays to you and yours - Tim
Self Avatar
December 21, 2012 at 2:46 PM
Great job Sharon congrats on your win!
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December 21, 2012 at 10:35 AM
Big congratulations Sharon love a superb win love xx
Johnson Avatar
December 20, 2012 at 7:21 PM
This is very funny. Well worthy of your wonderful no. 1 spot. Love, Joyce
Lamoureux Avatar
December 20, 2012 at 6:59 PM
Way to go Sharon, excellent work.
Roberts Avatar
December 20, 2012 at 6:20 PM
congrats on your first place win, the last line made me laugh out loud, this was a fantastic entry
Roberts Avatar
November 21, 2012 at 3:52 PM
Sharon I was just on my contest page and your entry is no longer there, did you remove it,? please put it back, I really really liked this entry
Smith Avatar
November 22, 2012 at 1:36 AM
Sorry, don't know what happened. Should be back now.
Dietrich Avatar
November 18, 2012 at 6:31 PM
oh how funny that last line is. I LOVE it. Get stuffed. Yep, we all stuff our faces that day!!!
Smith Avatar
November 18, 2012 at 12:31 PM
For my friends in the US, a swede is a rutabaga, although for some reason, back in Liverpool once it's mashed with carrots we call it carrot and turnip, unless you're my fiance's brother, in which case it's two coloured carrots!
Smith Avatar
November 18, 2012 at 12:36 PM
Oh, and tatties are potatoes.
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November 18, 2012 at 11:34 AM
Wow Sharon ,looks like you've been to a few chirstmas dinners .Had to look up swede ,then I saw you are from England,hadn't come across it before.So many true lines here from a lot of family dinners. Love it Anne
Roberts Avatar
November 18, 2012 at 11:20 AM
soup mail Sharon
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