It’s Christmas Eve and the kitchen is a mess
everything crusted with flour as more pastry is made
because someone has eaten all the mince pies already.
The jelly stuffed full of rum soaked sponges has finally set
providing a foundation for our Christmas Trifle
and the Christmas Cake has been iced
with red rocketships rather than holly.
Meanwhile someone is melting dark chocolate
to make a Yule Log the way Grandad used to
and not looking guilty at all.
I smile and close the door on my adult sons as
their chocolate fuelled laughter resounds in my ears.
Christmas is finally here!
I think we all know that feeling. The moment when Christmas really starts! This is from Kim.. Kim Whysall-Hammond is a Londoner living in a small country town in Southern England. An expert in obsolete telecommunications, Kim believes, against all evidence, that she is a good dancer. She has been published by Silver Birch Press, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Amaryllis, Total Eclipse, Fourth and Sycamore, London Grip and Crannóg among others. You can find her and more poetry at https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/
Kim, you are so lucky to have kids home for Christmas. I miss the days when i had my own place and they would all come home. Enjoy every moment!
LikeLike
Alas, this poem tells of Christmas Eves past. Due to the sudden new lockdown, “someone” will not be scoffing the mince pies tomorrow. But he’s spending Xmas with the love of his life, so I’m happy for him! The main baker is here with us….
LikeLike
It’s going to be… different. But OK. And next year will roll around so soon ❤️
LikeLiked by 2 people
Such happy memories! I hope you manage to see your kids this year 🙏
LikeLike
Got the youngest home, saw the eldest briefly on a mad dash to get presents, beef and cheese to him before the new lockdown came into force!
LikeLiked by 2 people
It must be quite a blow to many people: a challenging Christmas! Hope you can make the best of it 🎄
LikeLiked by 1 person
We will!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
From one ex-Londoner Kim to another, this is just delicious! I feel like I’ve just walked in the door and can smell all that Christmas spirit. Who cares if the kitchen’s in a mess? I love the Christmas cake iced with red rocketships. rather than holly and ‘chocolate fuelled laughter’.
LikeLiked by 1 person
We are all Science Fiction fans here…..hence the cake!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m partial to Science Fiction too!
LikeLiked by 2 people
A calorific poem, Kim! Reminds me of Christmas back in Dublin!
Have a great one!
Jim
LikeLiked by 1 person
Cake, mince pies, chocolate yule log, trifle. All we need is a good whiskey and who cares about Christmas dinner! Merry Xmas Jim!
LikeLiked by 1 person
And a merry Christmas to you too, Kim
LikeLiked by 2 people
😊😊
LikeLike
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
LikeLike
Oh, it sounds so lovely and delicious!
LikeLiked by 1 person
It is! I taught them to bake and then they took over. Success.
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pingback: The Cheesesellers Wife
This is such a joyful poem, Kim. It’s a warm feeling when a mom gets to see her kids taking over the kitchen, confident they know how to cook because they were at her side when younger. Best gift ever. Sweet Christmas scene.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hi Sharon! Yes, It’s great seeing the lads cook. Hope you had a lovely Christmas with your family.
LikeLike
Brings back many fond memories and hopes for future holidays.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Yes!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pingback: Tuesday poetics – food! | dVerse