Christmas traditions

[northern_rose]

Reciting the Christmas Poem at the dinner table.

This was something me Dad started and I can remember it from when I was a tiddler....over 60 years ago.

I won't recite the poem here as it is a bit rude.....

I did post it last year......and it wasn't censored..... ....but best not push me luck!

But if any one wants the poem that starts:

"It was Christmas Day in the Workhouse" ...just drop me a line!

Merry Christmas
Indi
 

My Dad recites the first verse every Christmas.

There is obviously more tothis than I can remember if you class it as a bit rude!!

[4kni]

For as long as I can remember it was always  cold  meat, mashed potatoes and pickles for lunch on boxing day at my grandparents house and for some reason it is what I now serve in my house for the family and any guests who happen to turn up.

[Roobarb]

I won't recite the poem here as it is a bit rude.....

I did post it last year......and it wasn't censored..... ....but best not push me luck!

But if any one wants the poem that starts:

"It was Christmas Day in the Workhouse" ...just drop me a line!

My dad used to recite one that had a similar beginning, I don't know if you would consider it rude but here goes, you can all tell me if you are offended!

"It was Christmas day in the army
The soldiers were all in bed
There was no Christmas pudding
The Sergeant had done what they said!"

Pretty innocuous I think, perhaps he had edited it a bit for us kids. I didn't understand it till I was grown up though!
 

[northern_rose]

Our version goes.....

"It was Christmas Day in the Workhouse
The snow was raining fast
When a bare footed man with clogs on
Went slowly running past"

[geniecolgan]

    I only remember the last line....

it went something like.... "We don't want your Christmas Pudding,

shove it .. .... a.se"

Is that the one Indi ? ........ Please send full copy.

 

[indiapaleale]

Hi Genie...

Oooooo errrrrrr....yes it's something like that.....

LOL

Copy on it's way up north from sunny California

Merry Christmas.

 

[KathMc]

For my whole life, Christmas Eve, we hang our stockings, put cookies and a ... beverage out for Santa and snuggled in with my dad to read Twas the Night Before Christmas. My mom bought a copy, probably in 1961 when my oldest brother was born, and she gave it to me a couple years ago. It still has the price on it (29 cents). It makes me think of my dad (and now I am crying). My lovely Jewish husband reads to the kid snow on Christmas Eve. It just doesn't seem right to have me read it. We too pack the book away with the Christmas stuff and considering the age, it's in pretty good shape.

Kath

[indiapaleale]

Oh Kath,

How lovely.........what a lovely way to spend Christmas Eve.

Please don't cry.....you are so blessed to have such wonderful memories.

Have a wonderful Christmas

Indi 

[Pegasuss]

Here is My (Traditional) Christmas Week Menu:

Christmas Day: Turkey with All the Trimmings, followed by 'The Pudding' (when I was a lad the Pudding was always one of My Grans Homemade)

Boxing Day: Cold Turkey & Ham (My Father used to do a Big Fry-Up with any left over Roasties & Etc). 

27th December: Turkey Curry (the last of the Triffle), for Supper Sandwiches Stuffed with any of the Choice Bits of the Turkey & Sausage Meat (with lashings of the Pickle of Choice, Mine was & still is Branston Pickle).

On occasion (If I manage to get a Good enough Bird, that has Not been reared on All Kinds of Steriods & Drugs) I am able to Finish Off the Year (on 31st Dec) with the very last of the Turkey sandwiched between 2 Wedges of Bread!

Anyone reading this may think I am setting Myself up for a Dose of Food Poisoning?

Well, the (main) secret is I Always make sure that My Bird is Well Cooked, then Strip All the Meat off the Carcase as soon as it is cooled (& Throw away any Stuffing that is not Used by Boxing Day evening).

P.S.

When I was 3-4Yrs old we used to sit around the Kitchen Fire (with My Gran) Plucking Our Fresh Bird on Christmas Eve (she always said she could tell If the Bird was Fresh by How easy the Feathers were to Pluck).