Mum is in the kitchen,
in an apron that’s brand new,
her sleeves are rolled up ready
but there’s still plenty to do.
The turkey timer ticking
and potatoes to undress,
while kids are running screaming
through a paper pile mess.
The stuffing in the oven
pigs in blankets done in five.
The veggies hiss and boil
as the family arrives.
A table laid for many
A place for all to wait
A feast of Christmas Calories
All piled on my plate
~ Andrew
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I haven’t written much poetry this year but I have still been writing
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