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Puddin Day Christmas Begins

Puddin  Day
Christmas Begins

they come on a Saturday 
in November, the Puddin People,
brothers, sisters, nieces arrive.
family with their arms full of parcels 
sacks bulging with ingredients
and of course the maestro to orchestrate.

bags of raisins: sultana, golden 
tins of spices from distant trees
grown in exotic lands,
flour white as the snow   
sugar and carrots by the pounds
and an new bottle of best Brandy.

on a cold and frosted morning
we gather for another year
snow or no, our spirits are tinselled
bells tingle from the sleeping garden 
we carry out a tradition formed 
out of our love for Mum and the season.

Christmas pudding created each year
since the first, exploded onto the walls
and ceiling of the kitchen on Clinton street 
ever since nineteen forty four.
this is our day when we 
remember together.

an assembly line of merry alchemists
forms around the table in the warm kitchen
chopping, measuring, mixing and tasting
telling jokes as old as Methuselah.
laughter rises up on scents of steaming
cinnamon and nut meg 

old stories, each year slightly different
depending on the teller,  regale us all
with Brennan history spilling into 
catch-up conversations 
about kids and their lives
those dispersed to the far corners.


the pressure cooker, 
one of Methuselah’s wive’s, 
perks happily on the stove
its own Christmas song of
whistles and hisses
producing the sweet dessert.

the day stretches out unnoticed
by the flour daubed 
some what sticky crew 
popping in batter 
pulling out fat round puddings
enough for everyone’s celebration.  

we part in the dusk for another year
Holding close our memories like gold
and pudding of course all brown and moist 
soaking in its first drizzle of Napoleon.
at Christmas dinner, no matter how far apart,
we feast on Puddin and remember.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 11/12/2017 7:48:00 PM
Before I read this beautiful poem of yours, Patricia, I replied to your email...your poem corresponds exactly to how I imagined your cozy cabin to be at Christmas time - simply marvelous! My very warmest regards as always. Your friend, :) john
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Date: 11/9/2017 7:58:00 PM
WOW what a treat. Marvelous imagery, what fun! Totally delightful!!
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/9/2017 8:32:00 PM
Thank you so much Line.
Date: 11/9/2017 10:27:00 AM
What a wonderful family day Patricia, it sounds marvelous. Here's wishing you the very best and many more to come...
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/9/2017 3:39:00 PM
Thank you so much. I hope it wakened a beginning for you too.
Date: 11/9/2017 9:20:00 AM
Love this so much Patricia! I'm drooling just imagining the smell of the house on pudding day! <3 love "assembly line of merry alchemists" :) xomo!
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/9/2017 10:01:00 AM
P. S. read my posted short story on how we found Christmas.
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/9/2017 9:59:00 AM
I am looking forward to Saturday all will be together for first time in several years. Puddin Day goes on even if we all can't show.
Date: 11/9/2017 8:55:00 AM
Christmas writes already? Great story telling Patricia...
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/9/2017 9:01:00 AM
Puddin Day is this Saturday. We all love Christmas in our family. I mean really love it! Our season lasts from Puddin Day to the end of January.

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