and the strangest of Christmas’s smoothly unwrapped itself
and as quickly dematerialised.
Weeks of precise technical planning
and dog sitting smelling shopping bags
upon re-entry into the h O me ZONE,
seams bulging with exotic foodstuffs
elevating a tired fridge/ freezer
to stately status for a day!
The Spirit of festive expectations flew out the window
into a warm, balmy, El Niño- induced Winter wind
and Christmas Supper replaced Christmas Dinner.
The merry organ played at midnight mass
with sweet singing in the choir
and as traditions snapped in two all around…
my Spirit breathed a new found freedom,
for “I” did not partake in either this year!?!?
Boxing Day became Christmas Day,
Spirit of Christmas Past arriving through the front door,
as “Boxes” were exchanged
and a seasonal handful of goodwill sprinkled on All.
Ho, Ho Oh and burn the Yuletide log!
After copious mind- bending, logistical cerebral acrobatics,
juggling cooker shelves and cooking times
and cuisine for vegetarians/ meat-eaters…
amid a complexity of tantalising smells and expectant tastes
and family dog strategically positioned under table…
Service was called and Boxing Dinner was served.
Tastebuds danced a frenzied tango,
glasses clinked multiple rhythmic salutations
and a sharp jagged crunching was heard
wafting from under table as…
Bonnie ate her Christmas crackling off the Denby!
Denby: English Pottery in Derbyshire producing fine upmarket tableware, not the sort of crockery I use every day.