The Gastronomic History of the Christmas
On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me
I’m glad we bought fresh turkey and a proper Christmas tree
On the second day of Christmas much laughter could be heard
As we tucked into our turkey – a most delicious bird.
On the third we entertained the people from next door
The turkey tasted just as good as it had the day before.
Day Four- relations came to stay ( poor Gran is looking old)
We finished up the Christmas pud and ate the turkey cold!
On the fifth day of Christmas outside the snowflakes flurried
But we were nice and warm inside for we had our turkey curried!
On the sixth day I must admit the Christmas spirit died
The children fought and bickered, we ate turkey rissoles fried!
Day seven, to cheer us up we tried a Christmas ballad
And then sat down to struggle through a dreary turkey salad.
Day eight and nerves were getting frayed; the dog had run for shelter
I served turkey pancakes, with a glass of Alka Seltzer!
On day nine our cat left home. By lunchtime Dad was blotto
He said he must have a drink to face turkey risotto!
By the tenth day the booze had gone ( except our homemade brew)
As if that was not bad enough we suffered turkey stew.
On the eleventh day of Christmas the Christmas tree was moulting
The mince pies were hard as rock, the turkey was revolting!
On the twelfth day my true love had a smile upon his lips
The guests had gone, the turkey too, and we dined on fish and chips!
I found this type written piece amongst the Christmas decorations; I don’t know the author but they sure loved exclamation marks. Nothing could have been as revolting as the turkey porridge MTL made one year.
