Just Another Christmas
The turkey's cooked, the table's set I once drank a pint of mulled wine
The kids are feeling stuffed with chocolate
Granny's asleep from her drink of sherry
The teenagers don't want the Queen on the telly
Dad's in the garage, working on the car
Grandad is hiding with his sneaky cigar
Mum has sweat dripping from her face
Tears well up as she dreads saying grace
She calls them to dinner and slowly they come
They get served all veg's and meat one by one
They eat and they eat, then for pudding with flames
Then mince pies and chocolate, followed by games
When at the end of the day they are tired but well fed
They help mum wash up, say good night and then bed.
by E King
Mincemeat
Mince Pies
Pie-eyed on the Tyne
Whilst singing of Fog on the Tyne.
I gently keeled over
And sailed down to Dover
And woke up at quarter past nine.
I'd missed all the turkey and stuff.
My head ached; my stomach was rough.
I'd slept though the party,
The weather was clarty
But outside I went, cos I'm tough.
The snow and the cold wind felt good.
I pulled on my mittens and hood.
Then wanting Champagne,
I went back again
And supped on sweet mince pies and pud.
by Cathy Edmunds
Mulled Wine Recipe