Mum's got her apron on again
She's up to her elbows in flour,
The preparations are 'revving up'
With every passing hour.
The turkey has taken up residence
In the larder, behind the door,
On the sideboard there is evidence
Of treats that are in store.
We're enveloped in a spicy fog
From the steaming and the brewing
Of Christmas puddings, mulled wine
And cranberries gently brewing.
Potatoes and sprouts are trimmed and peeled,
Stuffings and sauces mixed,
Trifles and jellies are revealed,
The fairy lights are fixed!
There's carrots and some Christmas cake,
Some milk and a few mince pies
All set for Santa Claus to take
On his journey through the skies.
Sorry Nigella, Delia, Jamie too,
Raymond Blanc and all the rest,
Forget the fancy ballyhoo,
This kitchen is the best!
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