Christmas Past

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e04037About aged six in one state-run children’s home
my sister and I went to a huge Christmas party.
It seemed we were late and there were hundreds of kids
(probably about 50)
all seated at joined rows of tables
wearing party hats, shouting, laughing
eating bowls of jelly, trifle and cake.

Suddenly a man arrived, I had never seen before
his name was Father Christmas
(some call him Santa Claus)
and, I thought what he did was magic.

Before Christmas day I walked into the big kitchen
and several grown ups were busy, busy, busy
baking, making an abnormal amount of bunches of things
and, I had never smelled such delicious food before
in all my life.

Some were making sausage rolls
(sausages in pastry)
someone else, sweet-mince pies
another was putting icing onto a
perfectly square Christmas cake
(icing left to dangle from the spout
until it hit just the right spot)

and, in the middle of all the chaos there was
a table and a woman I didn’t know had the
biggest mixing bowl I think I’ve ever seen.

“You want to mix it a little dearie?”
She saw me looking.
“What is it?” I asked, wide eyed.
“It’s going to be a Christmas pudding darlin’.
‘ere…have a little taste.”

My tongue danced across the offered clean spoon
and its content disappeared way too soon.
I tried to stir the mix but, it was so
thick it wouldn’t budge
she gave out a huge belly laugh and said
“This pudding will have some magic in it
maybe you’ll find some on Christmas day.”
I didn’t know what she meant, but, I went on my way.

When it finally arrived, the kids and I were quite stuffed on
all that lavish food but, even to this day
I remember her laugh, her mixing and the magic
as I found a silver sixpence in the pudding
she had made.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

In the 1960’s in England it was still traditional for everything to be baked at home and not shop bought ready made. The Christmas Puddings made at home each had several silver sixpences or, silver threepenny pieces in them, and the kids were all warned to really be careful when they ate their puddings….lol

It was the first Christmas I truly remember  knowing it was Christmas.

Shared with Poetry Jam Foods of the season. Great prompt Mary!
Three Word Wednesday CCCV11 Abnormal. Dangle. Lavish

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

20 thoughts on “Christmas Past”

  1. I loved that there were hundred of kids there at the party (about fifty:)
    The child’s mind is never accurate in size. I still have a bear that I was given when I was 3 and it seemed 6 feet…it’s not anything like.!

    Sausage rolls , hot chips and chocolate eclairs …dreams of childhood. Your poem is lovely but really bad for the waistline and cravings Bren:)

  2. That’s a neat story. What a cool treat that must’ve been. I never recall awesome christmas parties like this at that age outside of the family ones. Really a great job illustrating it.

  3. Love it. Very cool story. I wish we had the Christmas pudding tradition here in the States.

  4. Wow, the bowl in the middle takes the prize, you’ve made it more exciting that anything else. Christmas food: Grandmother’s Speculatus cookies that she made this time of year and mom’s anise topped cookies–yum!.

  5. Oh dear I hope my Plum Pudding poem isn’t offensive to you. I am sure your Christmas pudding was much better than ours! Ours was more of a cake. This is a lovely memory you have written about here–I am sure all those people would be happy to know you still remember it.

  6. I think some still do put coins in puds..slight choking hazard..but fun..I love the smells of Christmas food..though most else of the season isn’t so favourable..I had a sense of your young self in this..I am glad there was some lightness..

  7. Oh, this makes me hungry, Bren. That picture of Christmas pudding makes my mouth water. I think I would like it! I am not a fan of mince pie, never have been. Sausage rolls sound good. How very nice that YOU found a sixpence inn the pudding. Lucky you — I bet it was magical experience indeed!

  8. oh wow bren…what an awesome memory…i smiled bif at the father christmas you had never met before, but the woman stole the show…inviting you in….i think she carried a bit of the magic…you had me right there as well…smiles.

  9. A great Christmas story. It sounds like you had a wonderful time and I could almost taste the Christmas cake. We both wrote about a Christmas memory today..When I was young we often found money in birthday cakes, that was probably a variation on the Christmas cake tradition.

  10. wow tons of food, the cat snubbed his nose at some, as he only eats certain things haha, quite the story told in all its xmas glory.

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