Poem -
Nuts in Bowls
Several times
Mam would call
But oh the sheer
Jubilence
We five would be amuck
upstairs
Or slavering over apples
Pears
In fruit bowls swelled
By tinseled tree
Twas air too charged
With Christmas Eve
Twas nuts in bowls
We must not touch
Till Christmas morn
Till who and such
Arrived, and Several
times she called
By which time she'd be in
The hall
With wooden spoon
And frazzled hair
But threats of smacks
We could not care
Come hang your stockings up
She'd say
5 black dad socks a'swing to lay
A'bed...
M ~
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Hello M...
If a child gets smacked on Christmas Eve...
Santa should drop off Double and give the Children the Milk and Cookies...
He's probably getting ready to have Sugar Shock anyway...
Right?
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Ice Queen or S x whatever you prefer friend...
🤗
You are definately NOT an ice queen... so S for me. Ah... nobody was smacked ... but a light smack was certainly the thing back then as I'm sure you remember and twas no bad thing either.
Thankyou love X
Merry Christmas Happy Holidays...
🤔
And to you also lovely lady
Merry Christmas!! 💞
'Christmas. Humbug.' As Ebenezer Scrooge would say. I hope you have a good one. 🌲
They are the very best memories... set the scene for my life long love of Christamas Eve... A very merry Christmas to you J x
I, too, love Christmas Eve. Hugs, B
It is the very most special night of the year, I agree...I hope yours was magical B X