RUNNING LATE
I must make the Christmas puddings,
I am running quite late this year,
We are feeling either sick or serving,
Not enough time yet so far I fear,
Many will be disappointed, including me,
Just like missing relatives
And the decorations on the Christmas tree.
Some of the ingredients I still need to buy,
I can’t miss any out,
But at this moment too fast time seems to fly,
I want to yell and shout,
Time, stop for a little while, give me a break,
Those pudding I have to do,
At least seven I know, soon I’ll need to bake
To see the season through.
It will be time to make brittle, other stuff too,
This year we may have less
But not the puddings those at least I must do,
Or I’ll be sad I must confess.
If someone will come and help me I’ll give them one,
Then they will also see
Why the all the Christmas puddings have to be done,
You are hooked as can be.
Not only the taste and texture but fun that comes your way
As you make them with love,
Not forgetting to wish as you stir before the special day,
Then steam raising above,
Almost like a prayer of thanks for this time of the year,
So I need to cook them fast,
Show in some small way that I know He is always near
And my thought on Him are cast.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 3 October 2004